Moonstruck Hearts
A slow, creeping cold curled through the air, sinking into my bones.
And then—a voice.
Not loud. Not spoken. But whispered, slipping into my mind like a tendril of smoke.
"You are not ready."
My breath hitched.
Jace’s hand shot out, gripping my arm. “Elena—”
But I barely heard him. The room around me shifted.
The walls blurred. The fire flickered and died. The cabin dissolved.
And suddenly, I was somewhere else.
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A Forest of Shadows
The air was thick with mist, the trees stretching endlessly in every direction. Their branches twisted like skeletal fingers, reaching for me. The ground beneath me pulsed, alive, whispering secrets in a language I didn’t understand.
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