The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint flicker of the dying fire in the hearth. Lena sat curled in her armchair, a heavy blanket wrapped around her, but sleep was elusive. Her mind raced with everything Rylan had told her about Kane, the Bloodmoon Pack, and the prophecy. The weight of her newfound responsibilities, the fear of what was coming, and the intensity of her connection with Rylan swirled in her thoughts, refusing to settle.
Outside, the mist that forever cloaked Ashen Hollow pressed against the windows, thick and ominous. The leyline’s presence thrummed faintly beneath the surface of the earth, a constant reminder of the power tied to her bloodline. It had always been there—just out of reach—but now, she could feel it more strongly than ever, calling to her in ways she
