Rowan called Alden again, hoping for guidance, but the old man suddenly sounded nervous and evasive. His voice trembled as he insisted Rowan drop the matter entirely. “Some currents weren’t meant to be stirred,” Alden warned. His tone carried fear, leaving Rowan more unsettled than before.
Rowan decided to take the key and medallion somewhere safer. One place came to mind—his late grandfather’s old storm shelter, hidden deep on the outskirts of town. Few people even remembered it existed. The secrecy of the place offered comfort, a temporary shield from whoever had sent those threatening warnings.