Chapter 59 The Glare That Burned

• SERAPHINA
• “The forest seems different,” I murmured, slowing my steps as my gaze lifted to the towering trees above. They were older here—twisted, dark, their thick branches tangled like claws grasping at the sky. Within half an hour, we had stepped into unfamiliar woods. The air held a different kind of dread, far more unsettling than the vampire cave we’d left behind.
• “The ground is too,” Ronan muttered, scuffing his boot against the earth. “It was red before. Now it’s…black.”