Eleanora’s POV

I couldn’t sleep.

Not after the vision in the Moon Temple. Not after Seraphina’s voice whispered in my dreams again:

“She lives beneath the third tide.”

Gannon stirred beside me. His arm tightened around my waist, grounding me.

But the pull wouldn’t stop.

The words etched near the riverbank echoed louder now, like the moon itself was trying to scream through the silence.

I slid out of bed, quiet as shadow, and dressed. Gannon’s voice stopped me at the door.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”

I turned. “I have to.”

He was already rising. “Then I’m coming with you.”

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The Secret Search Begins

We rode out under the...