SIXTY-FIVE | DREAMSCAPE

Though Aradia was, for all intents and purposes, to the outside world, my mother, I was in the fortunate position of being able to put my own phone number down when the police officer cornered Skye, Rowan, and I as we were leaving the senior party.

“You three were the ones that saw it, yes? The ones that called it in?” She’d asked impatiently, one hand on her hip.

We’d nodded slowly. I’d struggled to comprehend why they’d ask that. The monster had got away, Danny and Alfie were in an ambulance, and we’d failed. I’d failed.

Rowan, seemingly exhausted from finding Kathrena, had shrunk against my side.

“I called it in,” Skye said, and I’d never felt acute relief at hearing someone else take charge of a situation before. Sweet, shy Skye had spoken, and, though his voice had wobbled with emotion, he’d stood up straight and looked the