THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST
The garden was a maze, but I remembered Thomas’s directions.
I reached the hut. It was a small, humble building made of cedar and stone, tucked away in the furthest corner of the estate. A single candle flickered in the window—the signal.
I slipped inside. The air smelled of potting soil, dried herbs, and old wood. Thomas was standing by a heavy workbench, holding a lantern. Next to him, sitting on a crate and looking completely terrified, was Jax.
"Elena!" Jax jumped up, his eyes wide. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. "God, you look... you look different. Your eyes are glowing."