/-Alora-/
If he had been there, it would have been a big silence. After Tyrone left, even the trees appeared to have held their breath, always murmuring with leaves stirring and evening creatures silent.
I could still feel the hum beneath my feet, urgent yet faint, like a pulse ready to erupt.
Randall stepped forward, standing in front of me, his eyes dark and deep, studying the shadows as if Tyrone might appear at any time. His palm remained solid and grounded on my arm, but my thoughts were too agitated to burst into tears.
"Whatever he's planning," Randall remarked quietly, "we'll be ready."
I nodded, but I didn't look away from where Tyrone had disappeared. His words echoed within me, accompanied by the curse's perpetual ache: It's awakening.
"What if he's right?" I had muttered
