I can’t help the yawn that escapes my mouth as I walk through the gardens and into the thick forest outside of the academy, the tall trees towering over me like guards watching over the sleeping trees. The long branches cast deep shadows onto the ground as leaves crunch beneath my boots with every step I take. It’s crisp as a morning should be before the sun rises to warm the forest. I stand in the dim darkness, my shifter blood letting me see better than any human could in this forest.
Atlas is late.
I glance at my phone, which has no signal as usual in this place, and see it’s ten minutes past five in the morning.
I bet the bastard has forgotten about me. I grit my teeth as I look around at the many, many shadows hidden in the forest, luring with silent words. Part of me should feel s
