Accursed Heir

Elijah’s Struggle

The fog lingered over the Moreau estate like a thick, suffocating shroud, creeping over the gardens, casting everything into a shadowed haze. Elijah stood near the entrance, his staff held tightly in his hand, his gaze locked on the faint movement at the edge of the property. The Bloodseekers were out there, their dark forms slithering just beyond the lights, waiting for their chance to breach the estate, to sink their claws into the fear that hung so heavily in the air.

He took a deep breath, feeling the bitter chill settle in his chest. The thought of protecting the Moreaus now, after everything that had happened, tasted sour. But there was a voice in the back of his mind—a familiar, steady voice that whispered with the cadence of Matthias, reminding him of the promise he’d made, not just to protect the family but to uphold a duty to the town itself. He couldn’t abandon that, no matter how much bitterness coiled in his heart.

As he tightened his grip on the staff, a door creaked ope