Chapter 7 Ancient Prophecy

• The charged moment between us hung in the air, our proximity and the cool mist from the waterfall heightening the tension. Duke's eyes, dark and intense, bore into mine, and I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. The sound of the rushing water seemed to fade as every sense sharpened, focused solely on him.
• Suddenly, a sharp noise in the distance shattered the spell. Duke's head snapped to the side, his expression shifting from one of intense focus on me to alertness. The sound grew louder, resembling the howling I had heard earlier but more frantic and desperate.
• "We need to move," Duke said, his voice laced with urgency. He grabbed my clothes and handed them to me, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Quickly."