Kara’s POV
Panic.,
I fled the house where the strange woman was killed mysteriously. I no longer felt safe there, but I could feel the panic rising in my chest as I walked by the bush path. The mark on my son, what did it mean? Why did he have it? Before I could process it, a rustling sound snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Who's there?" I hissed, my heart pounding.
A figure stepped forward. It was him. The young man. He was still here, still determined to help me, but the tension between us was thick.
“They’re looking for you, Kara,” he said urgently. “You can’t stay here. You need to leave.”
I shook my head, my voice unsteady. "I can't just run. I have to protect Hilda. He's not just any child. He's everything. He's the key."
“I know," he said, his voice low. "But you don’t understa
