CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The forest is alive with whispers of the night as Lucas and I tread softly through the underbrush, guided by the silvery glow of the moon above. The nocturnal symphony seems to pause for a breath as we approach the ancient oak that holds centuries of secrets within its gnarled bark.
"Are you sure about this?" Lucas's voice is a soft rumble next to me, his presence a comforting warmth in the cool night air.
I nod, more to convince myself than him. "We need answers, Lucas. And Elder Finn is the only one who might understand what's happening to me."
Lucas's hand finds mine, his fingers interlacing with mine in a familiar dance of reassurance as we stand before the grand oak, the unofficial library of our kind. His thumb strokes the back of my hand, sending ripples of c
