Dawn broke over the estate in a muted haze, the sky tinged with shades of gray as a thin mist settled across the grounds. Luna had barely slept, her mind replaying the sight of the shadowy figure she had glimpsed at the edge of their property. There was something about the figure's energy—a cold, unyielding darkness that seemed to hunger for the power she carried within her. She could still feel the chill of their presence, lingering in her mind like a specter.
Anna noticed her daughter's quiet demeanor as they prepared breakfast together, her own heart heavy with concern. She had hoped that their isolated life would keep the dangers of the outside world at bay, but it was clear that the forces beyond their sanctuary were drawing closer, relentless in their pursuit.
"Luna," she said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "Are you all right?"
