Chapter 47: Echoes Beneath the Moon
The manor had never felt so suffocating. Shadows stretched across the walls, twisting with every flicker of candlelight, as though the house itself was alive—watching, waiting. Elena could feel the weight of silence pressing down on her chest, broken only by the faint crackle of the dying fire.
Damien’s departure into the mist still lingered in her mind. She had begged him not to go, not to chase the presence lurking beyond the trees, but he was too stubborn. That was Damien—always protecting, always placing himself between her and the danger that stalked them.
But this night felt different.
This night felt final.
Elena rose from her seat, drawn to the window as if some invisible thread pulled her forward. The forest loomed beyond, thick with fog, s
