The soft glow of moonlight bathed the room, casting long shadows across Selene's desk. She sat motionless for a moment, staring at her homework as if it could somehow absorb the weight pressing down on her chest. The questions and equations in front of her blurred into the background. All she could think about was the strange scene she’d witnessed earlier in the living room, the scent of burnt rosemary and iron, the unsettling symbols scrawled in Celeste’s book. It was all so... unnatural, and Selene couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming—something she wasn’t prepared for.
The phone buzzed again, snapping her back to the present. She glanced at the screen, a small smile tugging at her lips when she saw Caleb's name.
Caleb: Anything I can do to help?
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