Chapter 50 The Night The World Breathed Back
- Kieran P.O.V.
- The field is finally still.
- Not peaceful, nothing about tonight deserves that word, but still in the way a battleground holds its breath when the danger retreats. Snow lies churned and slashed open, streaked with fading black smears where those shadow-things died. The cold bites my skin, but adrenaline keeps my blood hot, my heart fast, and my senses sharp.