Senna’s POV
The night was too quiet. I lay on my back, staring through the gaps in the canopy. The moon hung low, pale and steady. Verity hummed under my skin. Not loudly, but there, like a second heartbeat.
The wall was down.
It had been a close call though. Too close. If not for that wall, we never would have survived. I was quickly realizing that the other contestant weren’t our only enemies here.
It was the capital itself. The people who lived there.
And the man who ran the games.
The wall had shriveled up and retreated back into the ground. There was no trace of it now. On the other side, numerous feral carcasses lay strewn all over the ground. The stunk. Blood and rotting flesh. Tomorrow, we would drag them far into the forest and chuck them into Korrigan’s boundaries.
Thistle
