By the time dawn breaks, my legs ache, my lungs burn, and I can barely stand.
I don’t remember how long I’ve been out here. The forest is silent now; birds have begun to stir in the pale light. My hands are sticky and my clothes are torn.
I can’t feel any of it. None of it registers. Instead, I’m just… empty. Numb. Like I have this hollow empty space where my heart and soul used to be.
Slowly, I turn back toward the packhouse.
The walk feels endless. Every step echoes with the weight of everything I feel I lost last night. With the pain that still clings to me like a stench that won’t evaporate.
I don’t remember everything from last night, but I do remember losing control again. Nyx told me to control my powers, but I needed an outlet. I needed something that could ease the pain that
