Cassie's POV
The air in the morning was cold and wet, the sort of quiet that breathed secrets into the wind. Mist still lingered about the bushes like a muted mantle as I trekked between the trees, leaves whispering against my dark cloak as if attempting to stop me, to query, Where are you, Luna? Why hide from me?
I had gotten out of the palace before the first light of morning, when the guards were switching watches and the wolves were still wrapped in slumber. I'd spent the entire night awake, my heart racing against my chest. It wouldn't occur. It hadn't occurred in weeks. My soul was unrest, like it knew something that I was only beginning to understand.
So I dressed in silence, concealing my silver-blonde hair beneath a black hood, wrapping my scent in herbs that I had stolen from
