Ara's POV
I jolted awake to the sound of rustling fabric. Blinking through sleep-heavy eyes, I saw Damon hastily fastening his weapons belt. Right—I must have passed out after... that.
"Damon?" My voice was thick with sleep.
"Sleep. I will be back soon," he murmured, pressing a hurried kiss to my forehead before disappearing through the tent flaps. Something was wrong.
I sat up, the bedsheet pooling around my waist. Naked. Again. With a frustrated sigh, I rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling on one of Damon's t-shirts that swallowed me whole and a pair of his shorts that barely stayed on my hips.
The camp's usual noises had vanished completely now. No campfires, No rustling leaves. Just the heavy quiet before a storm. It was quiet. Too quiet. Then it happened. With crashing footste
