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The incessant drizzle was a familiar blanket over Forks, a comforting hum that had always been a part of Rowan Evergreenβs life. She watched from her bedroom window, the dense forest a shadowy, verdant wall beyond their backyard. It had been years since she'd seen Bella, not since they were children, and the thought of her returning felt like a shift in the air, a subtle tremor in the familiar magical currents of the town.
Downstairs, the scent of her mother's herbal tea mingled with the faint, metallic tang of an approaching storm. Rowan traced a pattern on the condensation-streaked glass, a small, involuntary spark of energy tingling at her fingertips. Bellaβs move back wasn't just a friend returning; it felt like a prelude, a turning point in the quiet, hidden life Rowan had meticulously built.
She picked up a worn, leather-bound book from her bedside table, its pages filled with ancient script and faded diagrams of the Evergreen covenβs lineage. The woods, always calling to her, seemed to hum with a new, insistent song today, a melody both alluring and slightly ominous.
