Chapter 33 When The Hunt Begins

• Zoey’s POV
• The remnants of the dream cling to me like mist as I wake. I squeeze my eyes shut, begging my mind to hold onto the images—to freeze them before they vanish into the blur of daylight. A voice. A forest. A boy reaching for me. My name whispered like a secret.
• But the more I move, the more it slips away. By the time I’m in the shower, it’s like chasing fog. My temples throb from trying to force clarity where only fragments remain.