Evans' POV
The strange laughter from the figures still filled my ears long after they left, leaving behind a thick, unsettling silence. My pulse raced violently against my ribcage, every strand of muscles yelling of us being in danger. The air felt charged, as though the ground was unsafe.
Kieran stood befuddled, the grip on his sword quivering. His eyes scan through the dark forest as though expecting another primal attack. The warriors reassembled in panic as they drew their swords. I could feel the fear, taste it in the lingering air.
But what re-echoed deep inside my head were the last words of the dark shadow.
*We want her blood.*
For a flick second, I pondered on the blood they were insinuating about.
My blood.
A strange jolt rippled up my spine as I tried to steady my already
