The night stretched before us, cold and endless. The only sound was our ragged breathing as we sat in the forest, hidden beneath the thick canopy of trees. The Shadow Court was behind us, but we weren’t safe yet.
Ronan sat beside me, his silver eyes scanning the darkness, always alert. He was like a wolf—restless, ready to strike at any moment.
I, on the other hand, was exhausted. Every muscle in my body ached, and my head still throbbed from where the hunters had knocked me out. But I couldn’t rest, not yet.
“Where do we go now?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
Ronan didn’t answer right away. He was staring at the fire we had built, the flames flickering in his eyes.
“We need to disappear for a while,” he finally said. “The Shadow Court doesn’t let people walk away. They’ll come after
