The world didn’t feel the same after that night.
The forest was quiet, but not peaceful…like it was waiting for something. The air itself felt thicker, heavier, charged with energy that buzzed under my skin. Even the moon looked different, its silver glow pulsing faintly like it was alive.
I hadn’t slept. None of us had.
Eryx stood near the window of the packhouse meeting room, staring out at the trees. Kaelen and Kaelric were beside him, both silent, their expressions drawn. Asher sat close to me, his fingers loosely entwined with mine, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my skin to keep me grounded.
Arlo had spread out maps and notes across the table. The relics were laid out too, each one dim and quiet now. Whatever energy they had left had gone into sealing Rafe’s fate…and wakin
