Elara's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that boy's dead face. Saw the photograph clutched in his hand. Saw those words written in blood:"She's next."My grandmother had dragged me home from the town square after the sheriff broke down crying over his son's body. The whole ride back, she kept saying everything would be okay. But I could hear the fear in her voice.Nothing was okay. Nothing would ever be okay again.Now it was past midnight and I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was too quiet. Outside, the forest was silent. No wind. No animals. Just heavy, waiting silence.I couldn't take it anymore.I got out of bed and pulled on jeans and a thick sweater. If someone was hunting me, if something wanted me dead, I needed answers. I needed to know why.That woman who died in our yard yesterday morning, she'd been holding my scarf. That had to mean something. Maybe she'd been trying to warn me. Maybe she knew who was behind all this.I needed to
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