Zylia’s POV
We had arrived back at camp and it was quiet that night.
Too quiet.
The fire had burned down to ash, leaving only the sound of the wind brushing through the canvas walls. I couldn’t sleep. My body was tired, but my mind refused to rest, it kept looping back to everything. The Hollow. The bond. Him.
I sat up, the blanket falling from my shoulders.
The air was cold enough to sting my skin.
My hands still glowed faintly in the dark, the light pulsing slow and tired, like a heartbeat trying not to fade.
Outside, a few wolves still guarded the borders, I could hear the soft crunch of their steps in the dirt.
Somewhere close, someone snored. And my eyes won’t just close.
Mason’s tent was only a few feet away.
My mind drifted to how he tried to protect me back there.
Should
