"You’re the first human to discover our secret in centuries."
Clara turned to see a sleek black cat with piercing emerald eyes. It wasn’t speaking aloud, but its words resonated in her mind.
“I’m Midnight, the elder of the Whisper Whiskers. We are the protectors of Willowmere’s harmony. Your Mistletoe is a chosen one.”
Clara blinked. “Chosen for what?”
“To lead the next generation of guardians,” Midnight replied. “Your arrival here was no accident. The Whisper Whiskers sensed your connection to Mistletoe and your open heart.”
Clara felt both awe and disbelief. “But I’m just… me. What can I possibly do?”
TO BE CONTINUED
