CHAPTER 120 - Embrace Your Fate

Lyra I tossed and turned in bed, my hand reaching out for Ryan's comforting warmth, but finding only empty space. As I drifted off into a restless sleep, a vision as vivid as it was disjointed consumed me. Had I known it came from the red witch, I would have slapped myself awake. Instead, I found myself in a dimly lit dungeon, the air heavy with the scent of dampness and despair. Iron bars encased individual cells, ancient markings etched onto their surfaces. My heart raced as I recognized the faces of those trapped within - Whitney, Sally, Killian, and Liam. I rushed to Whitney's cell first. "Whitney! Are you alright? What happened?" Whitney's tear-stained face pressed against the bars. "Lyra, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen." I reached through the bars, grasping her hand. "It's okay, we'll figure this out. Who did this to you?" Before she could answer, a haunting laugh echoed through the dungeon. I spun around, my eyes searching the shadows. "Who's there?