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Lirien's boots sank into the peat, the moor’s chill seeping through leather. Wind howled like lost souls, carrying the scent of damp earth and iron. She clutched the amulet, its silver warm against her racing pulse—her only shield from the encroaching night.

A silhouette detached from the twisted hawthorns. Tall, cloaked in raven wool, eyes gleaming like polished obsidian. "You shouldn't be here," he murmured, voice a velvet rumble that vibrated in her chest. She froze, breath fogging the air between them.

The amulet pulsed hot. Shadows elongated from the stones, coiling like smoke. He stepped forward, hand outstretched—fingers brushing hers. A jolt raced up her arm, sweet and searing, unraveling her defenses. "Eryndor," she gasped, the name surfacing unbidden from village tales.

He pulled her close as the darkness surged, his grip firm yet trembling. The scent of cedar and storm clung to him, mingling with her fear-sweat. "It's not what you think," he said, breath warm on her temple. Her heart hammered—repulsion warring with an inexplicable pull.

In the hollow of an ancient oak, firelight danced on his sharp features. Scars traced his jaw like lightning veins. "Cursed," he confessed, voice cracking. "Bound to these moors, drawing the veil thinner each solstice." Her fingers traced the mark on his wrist, mirroring her amulet. A shared fate?

Dawn's gray light filtered through branches. She leaned in, lips inches from his—tension coiling like a spring. His eyes darkened, hand cupping her cheek, thumb rough against soft skin. The world narrowed to that touch, electric and forbidden.

A raven's cry shattered the moment. The ground quivered again, shadows thickening at the circle's edge. Eryndor's face paled. "It's waking." Her hand slipped into his—warm now, alive. But as they turned to face the rift, something ancient stirred within her too.