Shadows Of The Past

(Chapter 92:Mira's POV)

I kept walking, my steps steady despite the storm raging inside me. The others followed, their presence pressing against my back like a weight I couldn't shake off. I could still feel the remnants of the ritual clinging to my skin, a phantom touch of something ancient, something alive.

The power inside me wasn't just growing—it was shifting, molding itself into something I couldn't fully comprehend.

And I wasn't sure I wanted to.

"Lorenzo, where exactly are we going?" Vincenzo's voice broke through the thick silence.

"Away from here," Lorenzo replied, his tone sharper than usual.

Thorne stepped beside me, his gaze flicking over my face. "How do you feel?"

The question made my stomach twist. I didn't know how to answer. Fine? No, that was a lie. Different? That was closer to the truth. But the worst part?