Alex POV
Night wrapped the McKinnley estate in a silvery quiet, the kind of stillness that made even the ancient oaks seem to hold their breath. Moonlight spilled across the grounds in soft ribbons, casting long shadows that swayed like watchful sentinels.
Alex stood at her window, forehead resting lightly against the cool glass. The world outside looked unchanged—peaceful, glowing, calm. But inside her, everything churned.
The prophecy.
The twins.
The danger rising on every side.
And the undeniable truth that she and Riley were at the center of it all.
She closed her eyes, letting the memory of the day wash over her—Riley’s fear, their father’s warnings, the whispered destiny neither sister had asked for.
And Mason.
Always Mason.
His touch.
His words.
His steady presence when
