Skyla's POV
"Skyla… we finally meet," a chill voice whispered.
JUST ONE MOMENT
I NEEDED JUST ONE MOMENT OF PEACE
AND I COULD NOT EVEN GET THAT!
My body stiffened at the voice, icy and unfamiliar. I didn't need to look to know that whoever it was didn't belong here—didn't belong anywhere near me.
Slowly, I turned my head, my heart thundering in my chest. A man stood beside me, dressed in black like everyone else. His skin was pale, almost translucent under the dim light, and his emerald green eyes pierced through the night like a predator eyeing its prey. There was something unnatural about him, something that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t sense if he was a vampire, wolf, or something else entirely, which terrified me.
"Who are you?" I asked, my teeth gritted against each other
