Chapter 90:
The Heart of the Ridge
The first light of dawn crept over Moonshadow Ridge, pale and trembling, as though hesitant to illuminate what had been unleashed the night before. Alexandra stood at the edge of the ancient clearing, the energy from the Keeper still humming in her veins. Her fingers tingled, her thoughts raced, and her heart ached with both fear and exhilaration. She was no longer just an observer of the Ridge; she was a participant in its mysteries, its ancient rhythms, its perilous power.
Ethan’s hand found hers, grounding her, anchoring her in the fragile present. His expression was solemn but resolute. “Are you ready?” he asked.
Alexandra nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I have to be. I can feel it… the Ridge is calling me, demanding more than I ever
