The air was thick with magic that night.
Lena had felt it since sundown, an undercurrent in the atmosphere that tugged at her senses, pulling her toward something she couldn’t fully grasp. She sat by the fire in her cottage, her mind drifting as the flames crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls. The warmth of the kiss she had shared with Rylan still lingered on her lips, and the tension between them had finally begun to dissolve. But tonight, there was something else—something ancient and powerful—whispering to her from the depths of Ashen Hollow.
The leyline was calling.
Lena could feel it now, a faint hum that grew louder with every heartbeat. It was as if the leyline itself was reaching out to her, begging her to listen, to understand. Her fingers tightened around the pend
