Chapter 45

Cirilla's Point Of View

I felt it all.

I sensed it all.

And heard it all.

Even the tiniest sounds of owls hooting, the night animals' movements in the dark, the sounds of the trees shrieking under the little force of the windy, cold midnight air.

The sounds of the twigs crying under my footfalls, dried-up leaves shattering against the dust. I heard it all and they made the ache in my bones, against my joints, the pain that coursed through my veins, and the throbbing in my head worse.

I could feel the nerve-wracking energy within me, and the dark whispers in my head, reached the gates of my soul, wanting blood.

I had no idea what state I was in, but my only thought was on finding Jasmine. I needed to see her. I had to.

My inner vision was bloodshot red, and even so, in the darkness, it was clearer than in the day. I was in the woods in Greengrove and was moving with great speed, tracking the cabin Jasmine had mentioned in her text.

Before I saw it, I heard the deafening growls of beas