Chapter 28 The Beast Within

The night was heavy with the smell of blood and rain, the wind howling through the trees like a chorus of spirits warning them to turn back. But Seraphine and Ash had come too far. There was no turning back now. The enemy was near, lurking in the shadows, and their past was clawing its way to the surface. Seraphine's heart thumped hard in her chest, her claws flexing beyond control. Ash, ever the obstinate journalist, stood planted beside her, his fingers wrapped tight around the hilt of the silver dagger he had grown to depend on. Above them, the storm writhed with energy, mirroring what was churning inside them.