The Villa buzzed with tension under the sunset’s warm orange and purple glow. The assembled group sat in a semi-circle, with Amara occupying the center spot. Her wise, aged eyes swept over the anxious faces surrounding her.
Gabriel’s piercing eyes bore into Charles, searching for answers. “What do you mean it’s worse than we thought?” Gabriel demanded, his knuckles white and eyebrows furrowed with frustration.
Charles hesitated briefly, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. “There was an incident,” Charles said, the words heavy in the air.
Matthew interjected. “My friend. It was the most thunderous roar I’ve ever heard.” He visibly trembled, a cold shudder coursing through him at the memory of that haunting roar.
Gabriel’s jaw clenched, heart racing, and palms sweaty with anxiety. “
