The forest convulsed. The air rippled like breath drawn too sharply, too deep.
Something old had awakened—and it came alive through two hearts beating in sync for the first time in centuries.
McKenna and McKayla didn’t plan it, didn’t speak it, didn’t even understand it. They were it. Their connection stretched invisible across the world, binding them in a current that neither could control.
McKenna’s body arched, fingers clawing into the dirt as a surge of energy tore through her. Across the distance, McKayla gasped, her hand pressed over her heart, feeling that same electric burn.
Two souls. One storm.
They drew from each other instinctively—breathing in, breathing out—as though the air itself belonged to them.
And the world noticed.
The forest bent. The ground split open in veins
