Amara’s eyes snapped open as a chill ran down her spine. The peaceful feeling that had washed over her moments before vanished, replaced by a sudden sense of unease. She glanced around, her heart pounding in her chest. The forest was still quiet, but there was something different now. Something off.
She could feel it—another presence. Someone was nearby.
Panic gripped her, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as memories of her last Luna ceremony rushed to the forefront of her mind. She hadn’t sensed Marcus’s presence that night until it was too late, and now it felt like history was repeating itself.
No, she thought desperately. Not again.
Amara turned, ready to head back toward the packhouse, but before she could take more than a few steps, a blur of movement caught her eye. She
