That evening, Evelyn sat at the dinner table with her family, the events of the day replaying in her mind. Her father's presence was a constant source of reassurance, but she couldn't shake the unease she felt after meeting Alaric. The powerful aura she had sensed around him had left a lasting impression, and she knew her father was equally concerned.
After dinner, her father, Viktor, called her into his study. The room was dimly lit, filled with old books and artifacts that spoke of their family's long history. Viktor sat behind his desk, his expression serious.
"Evelyn," he began, his voice calm but firm, "tell me more about this boy you encountered today. The one with the powerful aura."
Evelyn hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "His name is Alaric. He's a student at my school. I don't know if he's aware of his powers or not, but his aura... it's unlike anything I've ever felt."
