“I can feel it,” my son whispers, his voice a low tremor in the cold night air. His silver eyes, the same as mine, flash with the strange power that’s been growing inside him. “It’s pulling us.”
I look down at him, my heart heavy. “What are you talking about?”
The wind picks up, howling through the trees like a living thing. The ancient forest that has kept us safe for years now feels like a trap. My daughter, her face pale and tense, grips my arm. "Mom, I don't like this. It's... it's in us. It's inside."
I want to reassure her, but I can't. Not anymore.
"You both feel it, too?" I ask quietly, my throat tight.
They both nod, eyes wide and filled with a fear I haven’t seen in them before. Their abilities—gifts from the Moon Goddess, or so we thought—are starting to overwhelm them, and
