{"I will remind the island of dreams and wonder and magic just what it means to rise past the shadows and chase after the stars."}
FREY'S POV
The air was thick with salt and omen. As our boots sank into the damp sands of Hanka Island, I knew deep in the marrow of my vampire bones that we were already too late to beat the tide. The skies churned above us, clouds swollen and restless, casting an eerie violet hue across the sea. The waters, once serene, now clawed hungrily at the shoreline in wild, crashing waves. The ocean was not just angry.