Third Person POV
Stephanie was back in the woods behind the Half Moon Packhouse, barefoot in the snow though it didn’t burn. Everything was silent—eerily so. No rustling leaves. No wind. No birds.
Just stillness.
She moved slowly through the trees, branches clawing at her arms like hands that wanted to hold her back. The forest darkened with every step, until the moonlight barely touched the frost-covered ground.
“Gavin?” she called.
A whisper of movement to her right. A shadow darting just out of sight.
“Gavin, baby—please.”
She followed the flicker of movement deeper into the woods until she reached a clearing.
There, standing in the center, was her son.
But not her son.
His eyes glowed with something unnatural—sunfire, not moonlight. His skin cracked at the edges like scorched
