Chapter 38
Varin’s POV
The heart of the forest was supposed to be ours.
Rivara and I trudged through the deep snow, our breaths forming clouds in the freezing air. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale glow over the twisting trees. We’d worked so hard to sabotage the Midnight Hunt, to turn the forest into a maze. And yet, something didn’t feel right.
“Are we close?” Rivara asked, her voice sharp with irritation.
“Close enough,” I replied, though I wasn’t as sure as I sounded.
The trees had stopped shifting, and the maze-like paths we’d conjured had faded into simple trails. It felt like the magic was slipping out of our hands, as if the forest itself was fighting back.
Rivara muttered something under her breath. I didn’t need to ask to know she was cursing Draven and Zerap
