Chapter 14: The Frost Crown.
Becky’s POV
The moon hung lower than usual—fat, silver, and too quiet for comfort. The kind of night that made you feel watched.
I stared at my palm, the faint, glowing crescent mark etched in the center, still shimmering with cold. It hadn’t stopped since I collapsed earlier—hadn’t even dimmed. Like a timer counting down to something I didn’t understand.
Jimmy, Cassy, and Candy sat around me, hushed now. Candy had lit a stick of sage that crackled like static, its smoke curling around us in protective spirals.
“Are you sure it was a vision?” Cassy asked cautiously. “Not just a dream or panic hallucination?”
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. It wasn’t just visual—it was… real. I could feel the ice beneath me. I could hear the wind whispering things. And Haunter… he wasn’t himself.”
Candy chewed on her nail. “You said he had thorns and…?”
“An ice crown,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “And my body—my body was at his feet. F
