**Elena’s POV**
The rain started to fall gently as I sat by Enzo's window, the soft pattering against the glass sounding like nature's own symphony. Each drop felt like a whisper of worry. The air shimmered with an unease I couldn't shake. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stay grounded in this whirlwind of uncertainty as I thought of Winter. She had always been the brave one, always rushing headfirst into danger to protect us.
I glanced over at Jake, who was pacing the room like a caged animal, his restlessness mirroring the anxiety pulsing through me. “Elena, you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking to mine with genuine concern.
I nodded, though the vision had left me shaken, its remnants clinging to the edges of my mind like shadows. “I’ll be fine, but I can’t stop
