The fog clung to the streets like a living thing as Lena made her way to the library, her breath coming in shallow bursts. After the strange phenomena rippling through Ashen Hollow, the tension in town had become suffocating. Rylan had stayed behind at her cottage, but she needed some space—some time to think. She had barely slept since his revelation about the prophecy, about her connection to the leyline.
She still couldn’t fully process it. A prophecy? Werewolves? Magic? How could her quiet life have unraveled so quickly?
Yet, despite her resistance, the truth gnawed at her. Every time she thought about it, she felt the strange pull deep inside her, like a dormant force waking up, tugging her toward something she couldn’t yet understand. The magic was real, and no matter how much she
