There he stood, like a ghost from my past, wrapped in the fog of memories I could never quite shake. Owen. My first love, the boy who had stolen my heart with a single glance…
For a moment, I almost forgot how deeply lonely I was, lost in the beauty of it all. But reality came crashing back like the chill of this late autumn breeze.
“My name is Varyn Blackmoore,” I rasp, my voice hoarse and strained. “ That power that’s been put inside you? It’s mine—and I’m going to need it back.”