The air in Ashen Hollow felt strangely peaceful, but it was the kind of peace that came before everything shattered—the calm before a war. The sky was dark, streaked with the last traces of twilight, and the familiar pulse of the leyline hummed faintly beneath Lena’s feet, reminding her that this fleeting quiet would not last. Tomorrow, they would face Kane and whatever twisted power he hoped to unleash with the Wendigo. Tomorrow, everything could change.
But tonight was different.
Tonight wasn’t about fear, or war, or the heavy weight of fate pressing down on them. It was about them—about the bond that had formed between her and Rylan, something that had grown stronger with each passing moment, something neither of them could deny any longer. It wasn’t just love. It was something deeper
