The air over Ashen Hollow felt different.
It wasn’t just the thick mist that clung to the town like a heavy blanket or the faint hum of magic that Lena could sense pulsing beneath the surface. There was something else—something darker. The leyline was stirring, and with it, the fragile balance that kept the supernatural forces in check was beginning to unravel.
Lena could feel it. Every day, the tension grew stronger, the sensation of power humming just beneath her skin, waiting to break free. Ever since the dream—since she had seen her ancestors, felt their bond with the wolves—her connection to the leyline had intensified. But with it came fear.
She stood at the edge of the forest, just beyond the clearing where her cottage lay. The wind was sharp, pulling at her clothes and sending a
