LOOK AT NORTH SKY WHEN THE FULL MOON PHASE.

“What kind of message is this? Sounds creepy,” Malcolm whispered, his eyes scanning the words over and over as if a secret meaning would suddenly pop out.

“Yeah, definitely creepy,” I agreed, a chill settling in my chest. “But yesterday was the peak of the full moon, Malcolm. If this was a warning or a sign, why would she send it now? The phase is already passing.”

I looked out the kitchen window toward the north, where the jagged peaks of the mountains met the horizon.

During the day, it looked peaceful, but I remembered the eerie, silver-root fog from my...