Lila’s POV
The moon hung low in the sky, its surface already starting to show a slight red color. Something that I couldn't identify made the air feel heavy and thick. As though the forest itself were warning me, each breath felt more difficult than the one before.
Aria sat on my knee, holding Woof firmly in her tiny hands. The tiny tune she murmured to herself served as a tenuous barrier against the mounting anxiety in our surroundings.
Kian paced close to the fire, his blue eyes more intense than I had ever seen them, and his jaw clenched. Tobias hovered on the edge of the camp, his pack silently observing from the shadows, while Nathaniel stood next to him, arms folded.
"Something's wrong," Kian said in a quiet voice.
My chest tightened as I nodded. "I sense it too."
Elara's amber
