A Gothic tale full of shadows to be brought to light, and taboos to be broken in storms between old souls. My name is Murielle. I was born to silence—left in the snow at the edge of death, where wolves circled close. He found me before they did. Not my father by blood, but something deeper. He raised me with kindness, and in time, I loved him the way wild hearts love the sun. But he gave me away. To a nobleman, I could never love. A man who looked into my eyes and saw something unholy. Now, my name is cursed. They call me a witch, devil-born, marked for the fire. There is nowhere left to run but the cursed forest of Boir de Lam. The trees whisper, the air bites, and I do not know if the madness I feel is my own… or if something ancient stirs beneath the roots. This is not the tale they tell in crimson-covered books. It is not a fairy tale. It is a shadowed path through grief, desire, and a forbidden love that was never meant to bloom.