David POV
Storm clouds were gathering over the McKinnley estate, the morning sun swallowed by a heavy gray sky. I stood at the window of my study, watching the land stretch out before me — fields, forests, winding paths… all deceptively calm.
But the peace was a lie.
Underneath the serenity, the supernatural world teetered on the edge of war. A prophecy had awakened, and with it, enemies long buried in shadow had risen for blood.
My daughters — my girls — were at the center of it.
I turned from the window and approached the desk. A sprawling map of the realms lay open, weighed down by runestones and sigils that shimmered faintly with protective enchantments. Red markings indicated rising threats. Black symbols warned of ancient sites being disturbed. Circles connected territories we b
