Chapter 11 – Whispers of the Moon
The forest had never felt so alive.
Elena’s footsteps echoed softly on the damp earth as she followed Damien deeper into the woods. The air carried the crisp scent of pine, mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood from the recent rogue attack. Every rustle of leaves set her nerves alight, her senses sharper than they had ever been. Her heart pounded—not just from fear, but from the way Damien walked ahead of her, tall and unshaken, his presence commanding yet strangely reassuring.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Damien said without turning. His voice was low, clipped, but not unkind. “The woods are dangerous after a blood moon. Rogues linger. They can smell weakness.”
Elena tightened her fists at her sides. “You brought me here. Remember?”
Finally, he s
