VERA'S POV.
The sun rose too early for my liking. I was only just starting to get some sleep.
Like I know I was the one who said last night that I couldn't wait for the sun to rise but still this was too soon. I hadn't meant for it to happen this way, I had just said that because I was scared.
I hadn't slept after the nightmare, and I couldn't even bring myself to shut my eyes after what I’d seen in the woods. The memory of the figures in cloaks haunted me as much as the nightmare had, if not worse, and now I was left wondering if the two were connected in some way.
Draven had stayed quiet all through last night after stepping out from the bathroom. He hadn’t said why he went in there or what he did, but his eyes had been distant and his jaw set tight. I didn’t press him no matter how
