The team reached the harbour where the air was thick with salt and an unnatural chill. The moon hung low, casting its silvery glow over the restless waves, which seemed to churn with an eerie, otherworldly energy.
"Those things are here, I can feel them," Annette whispered, her sharp gaze scanning the water. The ripples carried more than just the tide, shadows moved beneath the surface, too fluid and deliberate to be natural.
Standing at the edge of the dock, Avon stared out at the dark water, his hands clenching with anticipation and excitement.
This was his domain.
The ocean was not just his home, it was an extension of himself. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and dove in, his form slicing through the water with practised grace.
