Chapter 16 — ️Trust the Process ️
“The spell does not ask for blood.
It asks for transformation.”
One of them will not remain human.
Not vampire.
Not witch.
Not wolf.
Something older will claim her.
The sea remembers her name — even if she does not.
Her heart will slow, not stop.
Her lungs will learn to breathe what should drown her.
Her voice will no longer belong only to her it will belong to the Fog.
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She will not need to sing.
Her words alone will bend minds, soften wills, fracture loyalties.
Those who hear her will mistake obedience for devotion.
Those who resist will hear the voices of the dead calling them closer… closer… into the mist.
She will walk through the Fog as if it were skin and bone,
disappearing where others lose themselves.
Distance will mean nothing to her.
Water will listen.
But power never comes without hunger.
She will feed not on blood — but on guilt.
On regret.
On the darkest memories people try to bury.
Every secret taken will make her stronger.
Every stolen memory will leave someone emptier behind.
Her beauty will not age.
It will adapt.
She will appear as what the heart most longs for
a lost love,
a forgiven sin,
a mercy that never truly comes.
And once she marks someone…
She will always know where they are.
What they feel.
What they fear.
This is not a curse.
This is not a blessing.
This is balance.
The Fog must have a heart.
And it has chosen hers.
Trust the process,
even when it takes everything you were. ♀️ ️
