Chapter 11 In The Eyes Of The Beast
- Some truths must be seen to be believed.
- Lucia didn’t sleep. Again.
- The crescent mark on her shoulder burned softly through the night, a dull throb like a hidden drumbeat syncing with her breath. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes—forests bathed in moonlight, claws raking through soil, blood on snow, and eyes… golden eyes, watching her from the darkness.