ng of the fireplace fille

ieve you're here,"

. The weight I had been carrying since the funeral suddenly felt like something I could share. I had

. That I'm keeping her memory alive. But the truth is... I'm scared. She was the only person I had. Now she's gone

re not cursed, Eva. You're brave. You came back here knowing exa

d my tears. "Courage or stu

insisted. "Defi

. "You know what? I think I'

hy

g of a man with eyes like flames. And ju

changed instantly.

the woodshed. And I swear, Elly... I saw something. A wolf. But not a normal wolf.

like the man in my dreams. Glowing. Amber-colored.

g hands and reached for me. She grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it aside, exposing my

doing, Elly?" I cri

my sweater and sat back on her heels. "Sorry. I apologize,

n. "Check w

r? High fever can cause hallucinatio

r high enough to cause hallucinations. Also, wouldn't check

. Of course. That was sil

s. The tension in her shoulders. She was afraid of some

erfulness. "Hey! Let's play a game. H

iously? Aren't we a b

esides, you're in a creepy mountain cabin

per into the couch. "Fine. But if

n this valley. Not metaphorical demons. Real ones. They hypnotized people. Enslaved them

the story caught m

ed something new. Something powerful enough to protect both themselves and humanity. They merged three ancient forc

ke every story like this, there's a foolis

at clearly said shut u

rself into danger to keep some man or Frankens

man. They were connected by both a curse and a love powerful enough to transcend death. Together, they overthrew t

rly a whisper. "But then... the woma

out of this story. What did they do? Shun her? Burn her at the stake? They d

m. She broke the ancient magic that bound the witches and wolves together. The midnight seal. The one that gave the wolves their immortal forms and their ability to shift.

loved? The hunter

ematically destroying the witch bloodline. They slaughtered them. Hunted them down one by one. They also ki

e. An inexplicable sorrow settled over my heart. Something i

idn't tell me this story

wed hard a

to place. "That's why they call me Rose's daughter wit

minded, and cruel. But legends... don't always lie. Promise me one thing. If you ever

miling, but beneath it I coul

ell me one thing. Where do

rotect the ancient bloodlines. Both the wolves and the witches. We believe in

at Elly's sincere face, I noticed something important. She believed

n if you're a little crazy, it's

ssolved into laughter. "Sa

down the mountain road. I was alone again wi

iscovered the stash in the pantry while cleaning. I took my

song she used to sing. She would hum it while hanging ornaments on the Christmas tree.

ned the sounds. The melody. It was hauntingly bea

firelight casting dancing shadows on the wal

ak benim sonum. Sonu yo

shall be my end. This love has n

own my limbs and my eyelids. I did not even try to move to the bedroom.

ll a

black of the winter night, a pair

of pain. Centuries of long

eard every wor

ed form, something ancie

seal had be