something is stirring

Autumn’s POV

It began with a whisper.

Faint. Distant. Like the echo of a memory I never asked to return.

I stirred in bed, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, my chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. The moonlight spilled across the room through the open window, bathing everything in a silver glow. Zane’s scent still lingered in the air—warm, grounding, comforting. He had held me so tenderly the night before, making love to me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. And yet…

Something felt wrong.

A sudden chill crawled up my spine. My skin erupted in goosebumps. I sat up slowly, pressing a hand against my chest. My heart was racing, not from desire—but from something… else. A weight, heavy and unrelenting, settled on my soul.

I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the unease.

Then I heard it again.

A soft murmur. My name. Autumn...

My eyes flew open.

“Who's there?” I whispered, though I knew I’d hear no answer.

Except—I wasn’t completely alone.

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