Leah Carter’s Point of View
The blood moon hung low that night, red and full, watching us through the mist like an eye that refused to blink. Seraya’s warning still echoed in my mind, Varul wants the child. No matter how many times I repeated it, it didn’t lose its weight, it only grew heavier.
Kael didn’t sleep, I knew because every time I opened my eyes, I saw him standing near the edge of the camp, staring into the forest. The wind stirred his cloak, but he didn’t move, Caleb sat not far from him, sharpening his blade again and again, the steady rasping sound cutting through the silence.
I couldn’t rest either, every time the fire cracked, I thought I heard something move between the trees, every shadow felt alive.
Seraya sat apart from us, her back against a fallen log, her burns h
