Aria’s POV
The second night was already shaping up to be worse than the first. The forest loomed darker, thicker, and heavier with each step we took. Every rustle of leaves felt like a whisper in my ear, every snap of a twig like a footfall behind us. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being followed, and no amount of logical reassurance could quiet the nagging unease clawing at my mind.
I glanced back at Damon and Drake. Damon’s eyes darted around the forest, sharp and watchful, his wolf instincts no doubt screaming at him that something was off. Drake, on the other hand, looked more frustrated than anything, kicking at a loose rock as he muttered something under his breath.
My fingers brushed against the small spell book tucked into my jacket pocket. Tabitha’s gift. She’d said
