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The forest behind Whitechapel looked different at night.
Darker.
Like the shadows were alive.
Amaya Sinclair stood barefoot in the cold grass, her breath fogging in the air as the wind pushed through the trees. She didn't remember how she got there.
One minute she had been asleep.
The next... she was here.
The moon hung full above the trees, glowing like silver glass.
Something inside her chest pulsed.
Slow.
Then faster.
Her hands trembled.
"Okay... that's not normal," she whispered to herself.
A strange warmth spread through her fingertips. It crawled up her arms like electricity.
The wind suddenly picked up violently, swirling leaves around her feet.
Amaya gasped.
"Stop... stop...!"
But it didn't stop.
The branches of the trees bent toward her as if pulled by invisible strings.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Then-
A voice.
Not loud.
Not quiet.
Just... there.
You are waking up.
Amaya's head snapped around.
"Who said that?"
No one answered.
The wind roared harder.
A glowing symbol suddenly burned into the dirt beneath her feet - a circle made of strange symbols she had never seen before.
Her stomach dropped.
"I didn't do that..."
But deep down, she knew the truth.
She did.
The wind exploded outward.
Leaves blasted through the forest like a storm.
Amaya stumbled back, terrified.
Then everything went dark.
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Miles away, in a quiet house in Whitechapel...
Ethan Morgan bolted upright in bed.
His chest heaved.
Another vision.
But this one was different.
He had seen vampires.
Ghosts.
Monsters.
But never this.
In his mind he saw a girl standing in the woods.
Wind spinning around her.
Magic glowing beneath her feet.
And one terrifying thought echoed in his head:
She's coming to Whitechapel.