Miles had been so reckless by running off to look for Mara and Cole. Despite knowing the forest better than all of us, my foolish brother had gotten himself lost. While I marched through the forest looking for him, I realized we were going to miss our niece being born.
We had only been here a little over two months and, even though I missed Starten, I had grown to love Eftir. It was like my second home. Although I would’ve preferred to not be wandering around in the dark while Mara needed me.
I followed a familiar trail. I lost myself in thought, recalling the last time I had walked this way. Back then, I was still new to the forest.
“Why so quiet, Meg?” Dunn had wondered, peeling back the bark of a tree and giving it to me.
“What is that?” I asked and reluctantly accepted it. Purple b
