Sky’s POV
The forest didn’t welcome us.
Its canopy stretched so high it drowned the sunlight, casting everything in shades of green and shadow. Every sound was too sharp—the c***k of branches, the whisper of leaves, the distant howl of something that wasn’t human. My instincts stab like needles against my skin.
“Stay sharp,” I murmured, drawing my bow. The string hummed as I tested it, ready to release at the faintest flicker of movement.
Star walked beside me, her soft radiance dim but constant. Always the opposite of me—light where I was edge, calm where I was ttense as a drawn arrow.
“You’re tense,” she whispered. “The forest isn’t our enemy.”
“Not yet,” I replied, eyes scanning the shadows. “But it’s hiding one.”
I didn’t miss the way Lincoln, just a few steps behind, kept glanc
