white, her heart hammering against her ribs. The whispers, the unseen presence in t

nued to replay in her mind. The imposing figure of Moreau Manor, the eerie silenc

mmy in her grasp. The locket was heavy, the silver tarnished, and it felt

p off the page, mocking her: "The truth lies hidden within these artifacts. They are the keys to unlo

o fall asleep, the unsettling images of the man

s racing, and she felt a cold sweat clinging to her s

dusty, antique room she had found. The walls were slick with what look

she could feel its gaze upon her, cold and predatory. Then, she saw it – a flash of fangs, a

at it left her trembling. She sat up, her

s when sh

a stylized wolf's head, the eyes glowing an unnatural shade of red. S

as if it were burned into her skin. She tried to rub it

it was all too much to bear. She tried to contact Mr. Thorne, but he was unavailable. She considered telling someone

ion of the red eyes and the flashing fangs returned, more vivid than before. She f

lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. Evelyn was known throughout the neighb

heritance, the strange mansion, the vision, and the mark on her wrist.

voice low and resonant, "it

A sigil? What d

ined, "a gateway, a connection

own her spine. "Otherwor

" she said, "they are not ordinary people. They carry a bloodline, a lineage that

wash over her. "What beings?

I cannot tell you everything," she said, "not yet. But I can he

iate a calm, inner strength. Perhaps, Sera thought, she had finally found someone who could help he

energy surged through her, the room filling with a low hum. Evelyn's

lyn gasped, her voice trembling. "

ld tilting on its axis. The room began

her wrist throbbing with an intense heat. But Evelyn was gone. The

happened? What had Evelyn seen?