Chapter 41 – Whispers Beneath the Ridge
The night hung heavy over Moonshadow Ridge, as though the mountain itself was holding its breath. Clouds, dark and swollen, veiled the crescent moon, casting a murky silver glow over the jagged trees and crumbling stones. From the old balcony where Elena had stood hours earlier, the shadows seemed thicker, more alive, as if the Ridge was listening, waiting, planning.
Damien tightened his coat against the biting wind, his jaw clenched in silent determination. For the first time in years, he felt the Ridge wasn’t just a backdrop to his pain, but a player in this twisted story—one that knew his secrets and mocked him for every moment of weakness. He had always known Moonshadow Ridge held darkness, but tonight, it felt personal.
Elena, wrapped in a sh
