Chapter 57 Who Are You?

• Annabel sat on the edge of her bed; her fingers were wrapped tightly around the small glass bottle Nyssa had given her. The liquid inside shimmered under the dim light, shifting between deep silver and ethereal blue. It felt like it was alive, pulsing in tune with her racing heartbeat.
• Doubt clawed at her unsettled heart. Once she took this, there was no turning back. Nyssa’s warning echoed in her mind: Once your eyes are opened to the truth, there’s no going back.
• For a long moment, she hesitated, gripping the bottle so tightly that her knuckles almost turned white. But then, the memories of her dreams flooded her. All the shadows, the wolf, and the whispers calling her name rushed back in uncontrollable waves. She had spent too long being haunted by questions with no answers.