Edward
I have lived long enough to recognize the faint tremors in the earth before a storm. Something was shifting. I could feel it in my bones, in the air I breathed, in the silence that had started to settle around Albert like a mourning veil. He was pulling away, even if he didn’t mean to. And I… I was afraid that I would lose him all over again.
But I wasn’t going to stand still this time.
I stood by the large window of my study, fingers loosely gripping my phone, eyes fixed on the tree-lined horizon as the sun dipped beyond the ridge.
The Grove: That’s where Emon had been. I had followed his scent trail from the apartment, sharp, human and a bit bitter, and it had led me there. Not many humans dared go that deep into the wild. Not unless they had a reason.
And no one went to the
