That night, I couldn't sleep. Again.
At midnight, I gave up trying and slipped out of the tent.
Kael stirred but didn't wake—he was actually exhausted, and for once, he was sleeping.
The camp was quiet.
Guards at their posts.
Campfires burning low.
Except it didn't feel normal.
I walked the perimeter, nodding to the guards and checking the defensive positions.
Everything seemed fine.
But that feeling—being watched—wouldn't go away.
Near the eastern edge of camp, I found Marcus doing the same thing.
"Can't sleep either?" he asked.
"Too much on my mind." I fell into step beside him.
"You feel it?"
"Feel what?"
"Like we're being watched."
Marcus was quiet for a moment.
"Yeah. I feel it too. Half the senior warriors do." He glanced at me.
"But there's never anyone th
