Scarlet
The moon was full tonight, casting its pale glow over the forest, turning every leaf and blade of grass into silver-lit whispers of the night. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, laced with something ancient, something that had always been here but was only now revealing itself to me.
I turned to Ronan, his eyes gleaming under the moonlight. He stood still, his arms crossed, watching me with that unreadable intensity he always carried.
“You said I don’t scare you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze didn’t waver. “I meant it.”
I hesitated for only a moment before turning away. “Then there’s something you need to see.”
I led him deeper into the woods, past the familiar training grounds, past the clearing where we had sparred, beyond the
