Willow's POV

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint rustle of leaves as I stood by the riverbank, a chill creeping through my bones. The moon hung full and bright above me, illuminating the water in shimmering waves that danced like whispers of magic. But there was something else in the air, an intangible force pulling at my very essence, as if the night itself was trying to draw me in.

My gaze turned toward the river, where I saw them, Daniel and Ella, my precious ...