The Earth Splits

Elvira’s POV

The cold of the night seeped through the walls, but I barely felt it. I sat cross-legged on the rug in my room, hands trembling as they hovered over the cracked pendant my mom had given me when I was seven. . I had just found out the reason I had that silver thread on my wrist was because my pendant was triggered by something I couldn’t remember. Mate bond? I couldn’t tell! But the silver thread meant something else. ...