Kapitel 4 — Blodets Pakt

Mira

Moonlight sliced through the tangled canopy of Skugghjärtats Skog, bathing the small glade in a ghostly silver glow. I stood there, chest heaving, the vision of the black stone altar still searing my mind like a brand. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the moss beneath me, its cool, damp surface pulsing faintly, as if the earth itself whispered secrets I couldn’t yet grasp. Fear coiled tight in my stomach, but beneath it, something else stirred—a deep, unshakable sense of belonging that both terrified and exhilarated me. The full moon hung heavy above, a watchful eye, and the air thrummed with a silent call, tugging me deeper into the forest’s heart.