Scarlet
The night wrapped around me like a living thing, thick with secrets and whispers only I could hear. The logical part of my mind told me to turn around, to go home like Damien had ordered. But something deeper, something primal, urged me forward.
I can’t go home right now. Not when my mind was a battlefield, questions and half-truths clashing in a relentless war. So, instead of listening to reason, I walked further into the woods.
The forest stretched before me, ancient and vast, its towering trees forming a canopy so thick that only slivers of moonlight seeped through. Shadows pooled between the trunks, twisting and shifting with the wind, but I wasn’t afraid.
I should have been.
Rogues lurked in the dark, and now, with Elijah making an appearance not too long ago, the dangers
