Tyler felt himself being pulled, but it wasn’t the rift that had drawn him in. It was something else. Something far darker, more insidious. His mind fought against the pull, but the strength of whatever force had a hold of him was too great. His heart thundered in his chest, and for a moment, everything felt hazy, like he was drifting between worlds.
He tried to focus, to make sense of his surroundings, but all he could see were shadows—long, twisting shadows that seemed to stretch and curl like living things. Each one whispered to him, their voices soft, like the wind, but the words were impossible to understand. They were fleeting, just out of reach.
And then, through the dark haze, a single figure emerged.
Amara.
Her form stood before him, but she was no longer the woman he had know
