Chapter 95

Arabella's POV

My heart raced as the echoes of the ritual still lingered in my mind. The bond may have been severed, but either it didn't work or its remnants were imprinted on my senses. I turned to Asher, urgency etched across my face.

"We need to find Jeremy. He's in danger," I uttered, the gravity of the situation piercing through the newfound calmness.

Without hesitation, my father led the way, his steps purposeful as we ventured back to the house but I stopped them.

"I think he's in this direction," I shouted and they stopped.

"Noah, take them home. I'll go find my brother." My father suggested but I shook my head. Without me, they might never find him and I'll be restless. I had to go with them. We just had to be extra careful.

The air seemed charged with an unspoken tension, and my instincts guided me toward Jeremy's location.

As we moved deeper into the forest, a sense of foreboding enveloped us. The ominous rustling of leaves and distant echoes of a struggle sent shivers do