Lyra barely had time to process Kael's words before he moved, his body a blur of speed and power as he reached for the door. The air had shifted—she could feel it, the oppressive weight of something dark and dangerous pressing against the walls of the cabin. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear clawing at the edges of her mind, but something else stirred deep within her—a strange sense of anticipation she couldn't explain.
"Stay here," Kael ordered again, his voice cold, commanding. He didn't wait for her to respond. In one swift motion, he opened the door and stepped into the night, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
Lyra hesitated, the weight of his command settling heavily on her shoulders. She knew she should listen—knew that staying inside the cabin was probably the safest option. But the urge to follow him, to see what was out there, gnawed at her.
