Chapter 19

• Adrian's POV
• As I walked towards the healing and recovery class, the new elective I had switched to, my focus wavered between the present and the past. That night Elara died, and I kept wandering around the woods searching for her frantically. It still haunted me. I was afraid I was not going to forget it my entire life, the loss still aching in my heart.
• But there was something more that I had not shared with anyone yet: something off, something I couldn’t shake. I could remember a distinct scent, sharp like wild herbs crushed underfoot. But the scent was more fleeting, something I couldn’t identify but at the same time felt oddly familiar. By the time I tried to track it, it had disappeared into the wind. Yet it was enough to plant a seed of suspicion in my head. I haven’t let it go, not since then. It was my lead, after all.