ATLAS' POV.
The night air was cold, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning inside of me. The blood running through my veins felt like lava.
I don’t know how much time had passed. I stood where she’d left me, staring at the path she had taken until even her scent began to fade. Still, I couldn’t move. My pulse thundered in my ears, my breathing rough and uneven.
North growled deep inside me, pacing restlessly. “Follow her,” he demanded. “Find out what she did to us.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, but my voice shook more than I wanted it to.
My control slipped for a second, like something in me was snarling to break free. The calm she’d brought—so sudden, so unnatural—still clung to me like a ghost refusing to leave. And her touch...
Moon above, I could still feel it. And it both intrigu
