POV LioraWe stepped into the clearing, each of us hesitant, like intruders crossing a line we didn’t fully understand. The cabin loomed in front of us, darker now that we were closer, shadows pooling at its base. Rowan’s steps were quiet, controlled, and I stayed a careful pace behind him, Mae next to me, her usual grin subdued into a tight line of anticipation.Then she appeared.At first, I thought it was the sunlight playing tricks. A figure moved among the shadows, and my heart stuttered. She stepped forward, and the forest seemed to lean away, as if unwilling to touch her.She was stunning. Terrifying in a way that had nothing to do with fangs or claws. Her hair was silver-white, falling in soft waves to her waist, glinting with faint hints of moonlight, even in the morning. Her skin was pale, almost luminous, but not fragile—there was a hardness beneath the softness, the kind that spoke of centuries of surviving, enduring, ruling.Her eyes caught me first. Pale blue, ice-cold a
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