Poppy’s POV

The moment I step outside the cabin, the air feels different. Alive, somehow. The forest stretches around us in every direction, tall pines swaying gently in the breeze. Sunlight filters through the canopy in soft golden streaks, painting the path in moving patches of light.

Last time I was here, this place felt suffocating, but now it feels like something else entirely. I can’t explain how, but it’s almost as if the very land is watching me.

Jake falls into step beside me ...