The forest was still burning when they left.
Smoke curled above the trees like a silent cry, its bitter scent was clinging to Sera's skin as she
stumbled after Kieran and Darius. The night air was cold and damp with mist, but her body was
feverish with exhaustion. Every step felt heavier than the last.
Luna slept in her arms, small and weightless. Her pale face illuminated by the faint golden light
still pulsing under her skin. Each flicker made Sera's heart ache. That light used to make her
proud. Now, it terrified her.
"Keep moving," Darius said gruffly while glancing over his shoulder. His shirt was torn. There's
blood streaked across his arm, but his stride never faltered. "We're not far from the northern
ridge. There's an old shelter there."
Kieran's voice came from behind her. Lower and calmer. "You mean one of your family's
outposts."
Darius didn't respond.
