Zoe’s Pov (Part Two)
We stepped out of the portal and into the cold night air near Khloe’s old cabin. The second my boots touched the ground, memories hit me like a wave.
It had been many years since I had last stood here.
The forest around us was silent, too silent. No birds. No wolves. Not even the wind dared move through these woods. Darkness clung to the trees like it was alive.
Gemma looked around cautiously, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
“This way, Gemma,” I whispered.
Leading her toward the old wooden cabin, I pushed the door open slowly. The hinges creaked loudly as dust filled the air. The place looked abandoned, frozen in time. Broken candles sat melted onto shelves, cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the smell of old magic lingered heavily.
“She hasn’t bee
