The forest was too quiet. Even the wind didn’t dare move.
Amelia could feel it in her bones—something watching, waiting. The unease had crept under her skin the moment she touched Selene’s old door.
The cabin was tucked away on the edge of the pack’s land, half-swallowed by ivy and rot, a place no one spoke of anymore. A place Raze had never mentioned.
She pushed inside, floorboards groaning beneath her feet. The air was stale with the scent of incense and something worse: old blood.
A broken mirror sat above the fireplace. Scratched into the glass was a spiral.
That same cursed spiral from the lockbox.
Her hands moved before her mind could catch up, yanking open drawers, kicking through moldy clothes, tearing through everything until she found it—a trapdoor beneath the rug.
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