Chapter 93

Kaelen

Morning comes without sunlight.

The sky over the forest is the color of iron, a dull metallic gray that promises more rain. Mist clings to the trees like breath on glass. I stand at the cabin door, staring at the line where the woods begin, trying to find the place where the ground had hummed last night.

It’s quiet now. Too quiet.

Behind me, Maren still sleeps. Or pretends to. Her breathing