No one leaves the clearing right away.
No one can.
The forest itself feels changed.
Charged.
Awake.
As if every tree, every stone, every living thing within Redmoon territory just witnessed something it wasn’t supposed to.
Something ancient.
Something impossible.
Samantha stands at the center of it all.
Still.
Calm.
Breathing evenly.
As though she hadn’t just defied centuries of supernatural history.
But the truth is—
She feels different.
Not heavier.
Not darker.
Not consumed.
Stronger.
Clearer.
Complete.
She can hear everything now.
Not just sounds.
Not just movement.
Everything.
Jack’s heartbeat.
Fast.
Still unsettled.
Still worried.
Dean’s pulse—steady, but elevated.
Felix pretending to look relaxed while his breathing says otherwise.
Genelia’s quiet amaze
