Chapter 33 The Unseen Enemy

The journey out of the clearing felt different, as though the very air around them was suffused with a heavy weight. Each step Isla took, she could feel the mark on her chest pulsing, not with the same intensity as before, but a steady hum, almost like a reminder. A reminder that the storm hadn’t just been a trial—it was the beginning of something bigger, darker. Dominic’s hand never left hers, his grip tight and reassuring, but even he seemed to sense it—the growing unease in the air. The oppressive silence that had followed the storm wasn’t calming; it was suffocating.