Chapter 48

• The forest was quiet. Too quiet that if a pin had hit the ground it would be heard. Too calm that makes one feel nothing ever exists.
• I looked around me. There were no birds. No wind. Not even the sound of leaves. Everything felt wrong to me.
• Kelvin walked beside me, holding my hand tightly. Christopher was behind us, his eyes scanning the trees. We were near the Crimson Temple now—a place only whispered about in werewolf legends.