WREN'S POV
The relic sat on the table between us, its faint glow casting flickering shadows across the war room. I could feel its energy, a pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with my heartbeat. The pendant around my neck responded in kind, its soft hum a reminder of the curse binding us all.
Anneliese, Hugo, and Hunter sat nearby, their expressions tense as we prepared to uncover the relic’s secrets.
“It’s tied to the curse,” I signed, my hands deliberate. “We need to know how.”
Anneliese nodded, leaning closer to the relic. “The markings on it... they’re similar to the ones on the pendant. If I’m right, it’s meant to reveal something—a truth hidden within the curse.”
Hunter’s jaw tightened, his amber eyes scanning the room. “Let’s get it over with.”
I reached for the relic, the pend
