The sky should have softened by now. Dawn should be stretching pale color across the treetops. Instead, the darkness thickens until it feels like something alive is wrapping around the forest. I tilt my head back, searching for even a single star. Nothing. The clouds shift in slow spirals, black swallowing black.
My breath fogs the air even though the night is warm. The silver in my veins still flickers beneath my skin, restless and unstable. My hands tremble as I press them against my ribs. Every inhale feels heavy, like the gravity of the moon has clenched around my lungs.
“The sky refuses to brighten,” I whisper. My voice shakes as much as my body. “Why has the night not ended”
Adam steps toward me before I finish the question. He moves like he is being pulled by something stronger t
