POV: Luna
We run through the human forest for what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes.
My lungs burn. My legs ache. But I don't stop.
I can feel Miguel through the charm bracelet. The pull is stronger here, more insistent.
We're close.
"There," I gasp, pointing toward a clearing ahead.
The trees open up into a small space where the moonlight breaks through. And in the center, I see signs of a struggle.
Broken branches. Torn earth. Dark stains on the ground that might be blood.
But no Miguel.
"Miguel!" I call out, not caring if rogues hear me. "Miguel, where are you?"
Nothing.
Just the sound of wind through trees and my own racing heartbeat.
I run to the center of the clearing, dropping to my knees where the ground is disturbed.
"He was here," I say, touching
