ALPHA XAVIER POV

The rest of the evening felt surreal as we wandered through Mistwood. The town was alive with music and laughter, and I couldn’t help but get lost in memories of Isabel. Every corner, every sound, seemed to remind me of her in some way. Valerian and Shira tried their best to cheer me up, dragging me to different stalls and introducing me to new people. They were both full of energy and life, the perfect contrast to my brooding demeanor.

As we walked, Shira regaled us with stories about Mistwood. Her voice was melodic, and she had a way of drawing you in. She spoke of the...