Chapter 57 – The Awakening of Shadows
The dawn after the storm was eerily still. A thin mist clung to the ground like a ghost reluctant to leave. From the windows of Davenport Manor, the valley of Moonshadow Ridge stretched wide and endless—its forests glistening from the rain, its silence deep enough to make the heartbeat feel louder than thunder.
Elena stood in the garden, barefoot on the wet grass. The air smelled of earth and pine, but underneath it lingered a faint metallic tang—like lightning trapped in the soil. She raised her hand, studying the faint silver mark that pulsed softly beneath her collarbone. It glowed in rhythm with her heartbeat.
She still hadn’t grown used to it.
Ever since the locket melted into her skin, she had felt different—like every breath carried a whispe
