Kaida
The streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalk as I walked back home, my heart still heavy from the conversation with Bastian. I didn’t think anything could make me feel more drained, but the bitter taste of his words still lingered, festering like an old wound. I shoved my hands into my pockets, pulling my jacket tighter against the chill in the air, though it didn’t do much to ward off the cold inside me. Every step I took felt weighted, my mind spinning with thoughts of Dahlia, Silverclaw Ridge, and the mess we were leaving behind.
As I neared our apartment, I felt an eerie sense of being watched. My instincts flared, every muscle in my body tensing as I slowed my pace. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing nothing but shadows and the dim glow of the streetlights. Yet the sensa
