Chapter 11 – The Moon’s Pull
(Elena’s POV)
I felt cold right away. Not the kind of cold that touched skin, but the kind that went deep into the bones—quiet, endless, and empty.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the Citadel anymore. I was in the middle of a silver forest with no shoes on. The moon was big and low above me. The trees were covered in mist that spoke a language I didn't understand.
"Where am I?" There was a lot of fog, so I had to whisper to be heard.
A heartbeat was the next sound I heard. Deep, slow, and steady. It wasn't mine.
It spoke to me.
I followed the sound through the trees until I reached a clearing in the forest that was lit by the moon. Lucian was lying in the middle of it all. His chest rose and fell weakly, and his silver eyes were half open. Every line
