The shadows envelop me as we slip into the forest, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin. Onyx's hand is warm in mine as we pick our way through the trees, following the winding path by moonlight alone. The leaves crunch softly under our feet and owls hoot gentle melodies from their hidden perches. My heart thrums with nervous excitement, both longing for and dreading what awaits us in the glen ahead.
"Are you certain she will come?" Onyx's whisper cuts through the quiet. His breath tickles my ear.
I squeeze his hand, more to steady myself than reassure him. "She promised she would. We must have faith." I'd seen her in a dream. She told me to meet her here, under the veil of night. That she would show me what I needed to see.
I must know the truth. I must see my parents, if
