Nora's POV
"The wendigo emerged straight from Hell itself," James declares, his voice cutting through the tension that surrounds us.
The realization hits me like a physical blow. "That explains everything. You mentioned they were believed extinct, and even if some survived, none had ever been documented in this region." My chest constricts painfully, and I force myself to maintain composure. The supernatural entities aren't just drawn to the energy bleeding from the ley line anymore. Ancient demons, those long defeated and cast into the abyss, are clawing their way back to our world.
The residents of Vivian Hill face far worse than personality changes. They're about to become prey for a demonic horde.
"What's our method for sealing it?" I direct my question to Gideon, but his expression remains disturbingly vacant.
