Willow.
The deeper we walked, the quieter the forest became. It was like even the trees knew where we were heading. Like they didn’t want to be part of what was waiting up ahead. The wind change too to something colder and thicker. Every crunch beneath our boots felt too loud and too real and too final.
Damon had been quiet the whole time. Not the kind of silence that made you uncomfortable but the kind that sharpened you. He didn’t need to talk to make his presence known. It was in the way he moved beside me just a few steps off to the left always watching and calculating.
I was starting to realize that fighting beside him didn’t feel like fighting with just someone. It felt like dancing except instead of music we had danger. And instead of steps, we had our instinct.
I clutched the
