The bright sky had turned a deep, foreboding grey, as if the very light itself was being extinguished by the growing darkness. The stars twinkled like ice chips in the somber canvas, and the moon, once a fading silver crescent, now hung low in the sky, a blood-red orb that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.
The air was heavy with an unnatural, electric charge, and the wind whispered an ominous melody that sent shivers down Reana's spine as she gathered her pack members inside one tent, but Ryder was not in sight. She'd searched for him earlier, when trouble was brewing, but he was nowhere to be found.
Reana's heart racing with worry, scanned the surrounding area, her eyes straining to pierce the darkness. The howling wind and creaking trees made it impossible to hear any signs of Ryder's whereabouts.
