Where the Blood Lies

Previously

…I continued to run, the journal a heavy anchor in my trembling hands. The night was vast and full of unseen dangers, but within me, a flicker of defiance had ignited. They had taken everything from me, but they hadn't taken my will to survive. Not yet. And as I ran, with the echoes of silence chasing me and the weight of my mother’s secrets pressing down, I knew one thing with chilling certainty: I had to find out what the Weaver wanted. I had to understand why the tapestry was frayed. And I had to do it before he came back for me. The hunt had begun, not just for him, but for the truth.