About

The knock at your door came without warning - Mara, breathless, her hair tangled, eyes wide and too bright in the porch light. She says she just needed to see you. Her hand finds yours and squeezes harder than she means to. A thin scratch runs along her forearm, half-healed and strange. Something is different. The way she moves. The way she watches you - too steady, too focused, like a compass needle that has finally found north. She doesn't know what happened in the woods last night. She only knows she needed to get to you. And now that she's here, the pull isn't getting quieter.