Damian:
The forest around the Silver Moon Academy had an unsettling stillness to it - too quiet for comfort, too alive to ignore. The wind that brushed through the trees carried scents of wet soil, pine, and something far more intoxicating.
Her scent.
It had been more than twenty-four hours since I had been watching the house hidden behind the Academy grounds, crouched in the shadows of the thick woods. A full day and night of silence, of nothing but waiting, breathing, and remembering. I hadn't moved much, except to shift positions when my legs grew numb or my back ached from leaning against the rough bark of the tree. My body had grown used to the discomfort... what I couldn't get used to was the way her scent made my blood hum.
Evaline Greystone.
My dear, sweet, beautiful sister.
