Malikye’s POV
We didn’t stop moving after the wolf disappeared.
If anything, we moved faster.
The forest swallowed us within minutes, the last glow of the city fading behind us until it felt like it had never existed at all. The ground softened beneath my boots, damp earth replacing pavement, the scent of pine and moss thick in the cool night air. Branches stretched overhead, weaving together so tightly they blocked most of the sky, leaving only fragments of silver moonlight slipping through like broken glass.
Each beam seemed to follow me.
Or maybe that was just my imagination catching up to reality.
I glanced down at my hand. The crescent mark glowed faintly, sharper than before, as if it had been carved into my skin rather than born there.
It wasn’t just a mark anymore.
It was a
