Cedar Ridge and the Protective Talisman

SIENNA'S POV

Staring at the photo of the Nightshade pendant on my phone, my fingers trembled over the glowing screen. My pulse hammered against my ribs, echoing loud in my ears. The intricate silver design twisting across the digital image was unmistakable. I had just spent a harrowing amount of time staring at the exact same symbol branded onto my parents in that old photograph. I needed to know