Amara’s POV
We stood in the centre of the old circle while the wind howled. In the moonlight, the stones surrounding us shone dimly. Something was watching us from the shadows, and I could feel the tension in the air; it was heavy, chilly, and dense.
Rowan was standing next to me, staring into my eyes. I was grounded by the gentle grip of his hands on mine.
His voice was hardly audible above a whisper when he said, "Are you sure about this, Amara?"
Despite my racing heart, I nodded. "We have no other option. I will be consumed by the curse if we wait much longer.
With a silver bowl full of a luminous white liquid—lunar essence—Kian took a step forward. He started mumbling stuff I couldn't comprehend after dipping his fingers into it. The language was archaic, rough, and forceful. Like
