Aria's POV
My paws pound against the pavement as I race through streets thick with cursed fog, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air burns in my lungs, tainted with dark magic that makes every breath a struggle. Behind me, I hear Tom's heavy footfalls as he carries Bella, with Isabel keeping pace beside him. We have to escape, but the fog is everywhere, swallowing the town in its ghostly embrace.
The fog moves like a living thing, creeping along the ground in waves that transform everyday objects into menacing shadows. Each step feels heavier than the last as the curse seeps into everything it touches. I glance back over my shoulder, checking on my companions. Tom's wolf form is massive and dark against the ghostly mist, little Bella clinging desperately to his fur as he runs. Isabel's usually cold demeanor has cracked, revealing raw fear in her eyes as she races alongside us.