Chapter 13 The Weight of the Pull
- Amelia P.O.V
- I didn’t realize I was shaking until my knees hit the forest floor.
- The glowing ruins pulsed faintly behind me, the stone warm beneath my fingers as I steadied myself, the baby pressed tight to my chest. His small breaths came fast and uneven, trembling against me like leaves caught in a storm. I rubbed his back in slow circles, whispering softly even though my own breath came uneven.