Zeraphine’s POV
The forest felt alive, but not in the way it usually did. There was something off about it tonight. The trees stood tall and heavy with snow, their branches forming dark shapes against the glowing moonlight. My boots crunched on the frozen ground as I tried to keep up with Draven. He moved quickly, his broad shoulders tense, his dark hair catching the silvery light.
“Slow down,” I called, my breath clouding in the cold air.
Draven didn’t turn around. “We don’t have time, Zeraphine.”
His tone was sharp, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He was just as uneasy as I was.
The Midnight Hunt was supposed to be a challenge, yes, but this was different. The forest didn’t feel like itself. The paths that were clear moments ago were now shrouded in mist, twisting into str
