RAGNA POV...
I still remember how that last month slipped through my fingers almost too quietly, every single day spent guiding Oge through the strange rhythms of her powers until, little by little, she stopped flinching at every whisper of the unseen and began to move with a confidence that scared and impressed me at the same time, and before I could even properly process it my fifth birthday arrived, marking five full years since I'd been thrown into this world with secrets far heavier than a child's body should ever carry.
Within the very first week of turning five, that fragile sense of ease I'd grown used to became almost unbearable in its own way, not because anything was wrong, but because things felt too calm, and yet I didn't complain, because after Oge became a Banshee I trusted her more than anyone—if fate ever twitched, if the future so much as sneezed, I knew I'd be the first one she'd warn.
