Malrik POV

We reached the cabin in Oakbridge at last, though there was little relief in it. Seraphiel wasted no time he had to rush my aunt for medical care, leaving the rest of us stranded behind.

The moment I stepped through the door, the scent hit me. Old timber and damp earth, the familiar perfume of a place both abandoned and waiting. Everything remained as I had left it furniture wrapped in protective covers to ward off dust, the lingering bite of cedar clinging stubbornly to the air. ...