{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
After the way things have played out recently, coming to Halfmoon to try and find Rylee first, only to be met with absolutely nothing, felt like someone rubbing salt into the wound. I was starting to lose all hope and about to go ballistic. My patience had all but disappeared already, and I was beginning to regret not letting Rylee kill everyone a few months ago. Had I just allowed her to, then none of this would be happening. It was no longer a secret that I made everything too personal when it came to Rylee and her powers. I was starting to understand why every time we went one step forward, we ended up going ten steps back. Now here we were, standing in an empty field, for no reason whatsoever than to figure our next course of action.
