Chapter 22 – The Edge of the Hunt
Malikye’s POV
I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted it to stop.
That was the problem.
Not the forest. Not Damon. Not the things hunting us through the Veilwood like we were already claimed.
It was this—whatever was building between me and Lyra.
And the fact that it kept happening at the worst possible times.
We moved again, deeper into the forest, the ground uneven beneath our feet as if the land itself had grown restless. The trees stretched taller here, their branches weaving together overhead so tightly that the moonlight barely slipped through. What little light remained painted everything in shades of silver and shadow.
It felt like walking inside a breath being held.
No one spoke.
Not because we didn’t have anything to say—but because all of us k
