The forest at night was a different kind of alive. Luna could hear it in the whisper of leaves high above, in the sharp snap of a twig somewhere behind them, and in the faint thrum of energy that wasn’t entirely natural. She kept her pace steady, trying not to let Knox see the way her pulse was racing.
She had always liked the woods at night — when she was a pup she’d sneaked out here more times than she could count, daring herself to find the darkest trail, to listen for the things that moved in shadows. But this was different. Tonight there was something in the air, heavy and watchful, as if the whole forest knew what they were about to do and was holding its breath.
Knox was quiet beside her, which was not unusual, but tonight the silence seemed tighter, wound like a wire between them
