My heart pounded violently in my chest, my feet frozen in place as my eyes flickered through the darkened woods.
What the hell am I doing here? And in my pink nightwear, no less?
I tried to recall how I had ended up in the middle of the forest, but no matter how hard I strained my memory, I came up empty.
“Your name is Zahra-Rose Drystan,” I murmured, trying to remember myself. Yes, that was my name. But that still didn’t explain why I was standing here, alone, trembling.
Then I heard the voices.
“She’s close. She couldn’t have gone far. When you find her, kill her. She’s the only one who can help her pack.”
She? Who is she?
Why am I hiding?
I willed my legs to move, to run or to ask questions, but they wouldn’t budge.
“What the hell?” The words slipped out before I could stop the
