STONEVALE PACK
THIRD POV
Janet moved quietly through the chamber, the soft rustle of her robes the only sound against the thick, expectant silence.
Her fingers traced the edges of the small altar, lingering on the engraved sigils, worn smooth by repeated use. She could feel the lingering energy of the spell, pulsing faintly beneath her fingertips, subtle and insistent, like a heartbeat that wasn’t her own.
The spell was working; she could feel it—drawing the chosen one, guiding her toward the moment Janet had been planning.
Her eyes flicked over the carefully arranged objects around her: obsidian shards glinting in the dim candlelight, a small vial of blood from a previous offering, silver dust sprinkled in precise patterns around the circle, and the carved wooden figurines she had po
