The branch snapped again.
I froze.
Maya stopped breathing beside me.
Ethan slowly turned toward the window.
“Tell me that was a squirrel,” Maya whispered.
“It wasn't.”
Ethan's voice was low.
I stepped closer to the window.
The curtains moved slightly.
There was nothing outside.
Just the backyard.
The trees.
The darkness between them.
Then I heard it.
A whisper.
So faint I almost convinced myself it wasn't real.
“Luna.”
My stomach dropped.
I stepped back.
Maya grabbed my arm.
“What?”
I looked at her.
“You didn't hear that?”
“Hear what?”
Ethan frowned.
“What did you hear?”
I stared at the window.
“My name.”
Neither of them spoke.
Then—
“Luna.”
This time it was louder.
And it came from outside.
Maya's grip tightened.
“Nope.”
Ethan moved in front of us.
“Sta
