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For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, silently, she pushed herself up, gripping the sheer fabric of her dress as she turned and walked out of my room unabashedly.

Chapter 19

Tala

Things were getting out of hand. It wasn’t just one dream anymore. Or rather, one nightmare. There were several. Night after night. Even in the afternoons. Every time Aria closed her eyes, something crept into her dreams, haunting her until she woke up drenched in sweat, terror written all over her face.

I was worried. More than that, I was confused. She barely ate. She barely smiled. The joy that once lit up her face was gone, replaced by exhaustion and fear. She was too scared to sleep now.

I had no choice but to give her an herbal remedy just to help her rest. And even then, she only slept for two hours before waking up again.

But that time, she wasn’t afraid. Her face was calm, almost serene.

And when she spoke, I didn’t understand a single word.

“The woman in white,” she had said. “She spoke to me.”

Well, that was new.

I’d had this same dream more times than I could count, but thewoman and I had never moved closer than seven feet apart. She always just stood there, watching me, tears streaming silently down her face.

Aria looked at me with a small smile on her face as she continued. “She said she was my guardian. The first of our kind.”

Our kind? I was utterly confused.

“She promised to protect me and guide me in my journey. And…she touched me,” Aria continued. “She wasn’t crying this time, Mummy. There was something in her eyes. And she called it ‘hope’. She said there was hope again.”

That was it. Aria didn’t say anything more.

Right after that, she went to bed, leaving me wide awake, replaying her words over and over in my head, trying to make sense of them. But no matter how many times I turned them over, they refused to fit into something I could understand.

And so, by the time the first light of dawn crept through her curtains, I had made up my mind.

I needed answers.

The seer’s abode was nestled deep in the woods, still within the pack’s territory but far enough that she lived in complete solitude. I’d heard plenty about her when I lived in the slums. People sought her out for dream interpretations, readings, and whatever else they believed she could offer. But she kept her distance, withdrawing so much from civilization that many had taken to calling her a creep.

Right now, she was the only one who might have the answers I needed.

After a long walk, I finally spotted the small, thatched building. The roof was slightly uneven, and the walls were weathered by time and nature. A gust of smoke curled into the sky, likely from a fire she had just put out.

I followed the narrow path leading to the entrance and stopped when I reached the door. It was wide open.

Peering inside, I took in the dimly lit room. Sparse, worn-out furniture filled the space. Everything looked as old as the houseitself. Herbs hung from the ceiling in bundles, their scent thick in the air.

The silence was unsettling.

Just as I lifted my hand to knock on the door, a voice stopped me.

“Your energy is heavy, tangled in too many threads.”

The words came from behind me: low, cryptic, and more than a little eerie.

I froze, my pulse quickening, and then I slowly turned around.

The seer stood there, watching me with sharp, knowing eyes as if she could see straight through me. Her face was weathered with age, lines etched deep into her dark skin. Strands of silver wove through her long, unkempt hair, and a faint smear of ash marked her forehead.

“Um,” I took a step forward, intending to introduce myself. “My name is—”

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