scattered into chaos. The attic had always been a place of

idden secrets-secrets she was only beginning to understand.

nt symbols on the surface; they were more alive now, vibr

pen it; what danger awaited her now that she had discovered the locket?" Before

sn't the sudden chill in the attic air. It was something more primal. The hair

se this moment seemed crucial, she knew she had to face what lay in the shadows. Without warning, she he

her tone dry and her voice tense. "I know what you're thinking, Doreen," he replied (a voice so deep, so resonant) that it vibrated in his chest. Evelyn's heart skippe

locket tightly (as if it would somehow protect her from the flood of quest

en she recognized the name. It was the same man in the photo, the one who had appeared to her in her dream. But what did he

Brand? His fingers instinctively rested on her shoulder (where the glowing symbol had appeared earlier)-it felt warmer now, almost alive. A wave of nau

kept it hidden (when it seemed so important)? E

rd felt like a stone thrown into his stomach. "There's nothing to save," Xavier said coldly (his footst

seemed surreal to her) had led to this moment. She felt like she was losing control; the weight of what she had heard threatened to crush her. She wanted to

t's protests. "This is the key." Everything is connected. You know this as well as I do." There was a sudden intake of breath, followed by a long s

nstinctively froze. She needed to hide, but she had nowhere to go. Her aunt's voice broke the silence, but it was

rustle of clothes as Dorine approached. It was then that Evelyn

pocket and stepped out of the shadows. Aunt Dore

doing here?" "Her voi

trembled nervously, in her stiff posture. Evelyn folded her arms, t

saw the fear hidden behind her aunt's calm exterior. She swallowed hard, avoiding Evelyn's gaze. "Evelyn, I... I didn't want you t

truth." "What's wrong with me?" Why is this locket glowing? Why is everything so strange?" Auntie took a deep br

to something much older than you can imagine. Your lin

what she was hearing. Was this part of something... Supernatural? Was she connected to these wolves in some way? Before she could an

ide.

on the figure standing in the doorway. It was Xavier. But this time, there was something different about him. His gaze was fierce

rapped. The door was locked behind her aunt and she had no way to escape. "What's going on?" Evelyn asked, her voice barely a whisper. She

und of footsteps echoed outside the house. Then