Chapter 29 The Storm

The path ahead was a blur—fragments of past and present colliding with every step. Isla had grown used to the chaos swirling around her, but the deeper they ventured into the unknown, the stronger the pull of destiny became. It wasn’t just the mark on her chest anymore; it was the relentless call of something older, darker, a force that threatened to swallow her whole. Dominic’s presence at her side was the only thing that anchored her. His steadying hand, the warmth of his touch, was the last tether to the world she once knew. She had feared, once, that he would leave—when the truth about who she was had come to light, when she had shed the last of the illusions that had kept her tied to the lies of the Council. But he hadn’t left. He hadn’t wavered.