Chapter 34 Everly
Chapter thirty-four
Everly
Confusion clouds my mind as I look around. I’m in the garden again, that familiar tug pulling at my chest. It is so dark, and the silence that surrounds me is thick, pushing in from all sides like a physical force.
Slowly, I walk forward until an old abandoned well comes into view. I stop a few feet away, looking at the moss-covered stones, each etched with strange symbols, shimmering in the moonlight.
“Everly . . . ” the voice calls again, soft and melodic, like a lullaby drifting through the air.
It seeps into my bones, familiar and haunting.
My breath hitches, and I can feel the tremor move through me as I step closer to the old well.
Something pounds inside me, fierce and frantic, each thud echoing in my ears, the thudding so loud I’m sure the entire forest can hear it.
Slowly, my hands land on the edge of the old well, fingers curling around the cold stone.