Chapter 52: Whispers of the Forgotten

Whispers of the Forgotten

The scent of damp earth and pine filled the air as I walked along the edge of the forest, my thoughts tangled in the weight of Seraphina's dream.

The blood moon was coming.

That alone sent a chill through me.

Alexander and I had spent hours discussing what it could mean, but we had more questions than answers. One thing was certain—if the entity haunting us was waiting for the blood moon, then time was no longer on our side.

I exhaled, trying to push the tension from my shoulders. The night was quiet, too quiet. The usual sounds of crickets and rustling leaves were absent, leaving only the soft crunch of my boots against the damp ground. The silence was unnatural, pressing in from all sides.

I wasn't alone.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose.

A presence lingered just beyond my sight, watching.

I turned sharply, scanning the trees.

Nothing.