Zylia’s POV
We left camp before dawn.
The forest was still half-asleep, a bruised gray that pressed against the horizon. Frost clung to the edges of leaves, glimmering faintly in the weak light. Every breath came out in white clouds.
Raven led the way, her steps were silent and sharp. Mason walked right behind her, and I tried to catch up with their pace though every muscle screamed. My body ached from training, from the restless night, from dreams that didn’t feel like dreams at all.
That voice still haunted me , the one that had called my name in the dark.
“Keep up,” Raven said without turning.
I gritted my teeth. “You’re walking like we’re being chased.”
Her answer came quick, flat. “We might be.”
That shut me up.
We crossed a shallow stream, water biting at my boots. Mason st
