Chapter 13: The Watcher’s Shadow

The cave was silent except for the sound of their breathing and the distant crash of waves. Elena flipped through Mara's journal, her hands trembling as she read her sister's words. The pages were filled with sketches of the symbols, notes about the Gathering, and warnings about the Watcher—the thing that had been summoned all those years ago.

"This is it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This is what Mara was trying to tell us."

Daniel nodded, his expression grim. "But it's not just a warning. It's a map. A way to stop it."

Elena's heart raced. "Can we?"

Daniel hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't know. But if Mara thought we could, we have to try."

They spent hours in the cave, decoding the symbols and piecing together Mara's notes. The more they learned, the more Elena's fear grew. The Watcher wasn't just a legend—it was real, and it was still here, waiting for its next victim.

And then, as they were preparing to leave, they heard it—a low, guttural growl, echoing through the cave. Elena froze, her heart pounding, as the shadowy figure from Eleanor's house stepped into the light.

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