The forest was quiet—too quiet.
Raven followed Selena past the crackling fire while the murmurs of his team and the increasingly unhinged squirrel continued without his involvement.
But the moment his boots touched the moss-laced floor of the grove, everything dulled.
It was like stepping into another world—a world of silver moonlight and fragile silence.
Selena stopped ahead of him, her back straight and her arms stiff at her sides.
Raven, on the other hand, waited.
She didn't speak right away, and he didn't push.
Instead, he watched the way her silver hair shimmered beneath the moonlight, each strand glowing like a thread of divine silk.
Her hands were clenched, and her knuckles were white. Even her breath was uneven, like a song that had lost its rhythm.
That was until she finally turned.
Her eyes met his—stormy blue, like a calm sea moments before a tidal wave.
