The days after Black Hollow were a blur of exhaustion and restless nights. Jackson and I retreated to a hidden cave deep in the mountains, nursing wounds and planning our next move. The Bloodstone rested on a carved stone altar, its glow faint but steady, like a heartbeat in the dark.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Gabriel’s warning held more truth than I wanted to admit. What was this Bloodstone? Why did it matter so much? And what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands?
Jackson watched me closely, his eyes filled with unspoken worry. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said one evening, voice soft as the fire flickered between us. “This fight isn’t just physical, it’s something deeper.” I shook my head. “I have to keep going. I can’t let Derek or Gabriel win.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Gabriel’s warning held more truth than I wanted to admit. What was this Bloodstone? Why did it matter so much? And what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands?I couldn’t shake the feeling that Gabriel’s warning held more truth than I wanted to admit. What was this Bloodstone?