The courtyard lights flickered like they were terrified. Wolves lined the edges of the stone path, ears flat, tails tucked, instinctively stepping back from the figure standing at the center. He looked like a man carved from moonlight. Tall. Still. Wrapped in a silver cloak that glowed without heat. Every pulse of light around him made the air feel thinner, like the courtyard itself was holding its breath.
My own breath stuttered.
Nathan moved without hesitation, planting himself in front of me with his shoulders squared and his eyes sharp. “Who are you.” He said.
The stranger barely acknowledged him. He tilted his head slowly, as if listening to something no one else could hear. Then his gaze lifted and locked on me.
Cold slid down my spine. Not fear. Something else. Recognition I did
