The night had grown cold, but Lena no longer trembled from uncertainty. As she sat up in bed, wiping the remnants of her latest dream from her brow, she no longer felt the suffocating doubt that had plagued her in the beginning. She had faced the leyline, embraced her powers, and she was ready for what was to come.
But the Wendigo was different.
This wasn’t fear—it was a warning. She could feel its influence spreading, creeping through the leyline like poison. The nightmares were vivid now, not mere visions but an undeniable connection. It was stirring, drawn by the violence and chaos brewing in Ashen Hollow.
She stood from the bed, glancing down at Rylan, his breathing deep and steady. He had been her constant, her anchor, and now, she felt her strength matching his. She’d been trainin
