Rosemary
The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth as I wandered through the quiet gardens of the pack house. The moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery shadows that danced among the trees. Sleep had eluded me, restless thoughts chasing each other in circles, so I’d sought solace in the cool embrace of the night.
As I walked, a faint hum began to resonate at the edge of my consciousness - a familiar, insistent pull that I couldn’t ignore. It was the same sensation I’d felt during the trials, a tugging at the very core of my being. I paused beneath an ancient oak tree and closed my eyes.
The world around me faded, the sounds of the night growing distant until there was only the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. Then, like a tide rushing in, the vision overtook me
