Chapter 252

The ancient cabin appeared out of nowhere, its moss-covered roof and crumbling walls blending seamlessly with the forest. Elyra's breath caught as they approached. There was something about this place that called to her, a faint echo of recognition she couldn't explain. "It doesn't look safe," Dain muttered, his fiery eyes scanning the perimeter.

"It's better than nothing," Matthew said, his voice weak as he leaned on Elyra for support.

Inside, the cabin was eerily quiet, dust motes swirling in the faint light that seeped through cracks in the walls. Faded carvings adorned the wooden beams-images of wolves howling under a full moon, and a woman with flowing silver hair standing among them. Elyra ran her fingers over one of the carvings, her skin tingling as if the wood held a memory trying to resurface.

night, the tension between them palpable. As Dain tended to the fire, Elyra sat across from him,

happening to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I

you think, Elyra. Whatever this is, it's a part

in his expression-something deeper, more intense. Before she could dwell on it, a low, mournful

instant, his body tense.

their eyes gleaming with malevolence. Their forms were twisted, vaguely wolf-like,

as she and Dain fought side by side, their movements instinctive and seamless. The creatures were fast and relentless, but together they drove them back.

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