Adina's POV

The farmhouse felt empty without him. The air was colder, the silence louder. I stood in the kitchen, the cup of cold tea still in my hands, my mind a battlefield of worry and quiet resolve. My dreams replayed in my head, the image of a black wolf and a forked oak tree but I held onto Nathan’s words. You told me. You warned me. Now we're ready.

I was not going to be a prisoner to my fear. I had given him the warning, and I would not let the wait consume me. I put the cup ...