Whispers Before the Moon

Previously

…Gaunt, skeletal figures with hollow eyes and clawed hands emerged, their forms wreathed in the sickly purple mist. They moved with an unnerving speed, their guttural cries echoing the despair of the village. Oakhaven, our quiet, secluded haven, was under siege. The whispers had become roars, and the shadows had found their teeth. And I, Elara of Oakhaven, stood on the precipice of a battle I never imagined, with a man I loved, and a darkness I was only beginning to understand. The moon, hidden behind the encroaching gloom, offered no comfort, only the silent, ominous promise of a night that would stretch into an eternity. The fight for Oakhaven had begun.