The forest had never been this alive.
Leaves quivered though no wind stirred them, and the underbrush seemed to shift as if the earth itself were breathing. Even the oldest trees leaned slightly, their roots twitching beneath the soil. A thick, almost electric tension pulsed through the air, making the hairs on Rex’s arms stand on end.
McKayla’s senses were on fire. She clutched Rex’s arm as he helped her steady herself. “Do you feel that?” she whispered, eyes wide. “The forest… it’s reacting.”
Rex frowned, scanning the trees. “I don’t see anything unusual. Just… you. You’re trembling.”
“It’s not me,” McKayla snapped, jerking her gaze toward the direction Azeo had disappeared with McKenna. “It’s her. Something’s happening with McKenna… and him.”
Rex’s brows knitted together. “You mean
