Chloe’s Point of View
The clearing looks different in the morning light. Harsher. Less enchanted, more real. We have moved closer to the edge, Elijah moving into the darker forest to avoid the direction sunlight.
Elijah stands across from me, his arms folded behind his back, his expression unreadable as he watches me.
It's my turn now... He has been working with Zayde making him fall and get up again and again until I thought I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. Now, Zayde hovers near the edge of the treeline with our fathers, giving me space, but watching my every move like he is ready to sprint in at the moment, I need help.
And he might have to, because I can feel it.
The storm.
It’s closer now, pressing against my skin from the inside out, almost like something is crawling j
