Anastasia pov

　　Ethan's presence in the midst of the dense, dark forest is merely a shadow to my limited vision. The waning moon, partially obscured by thick clouds, casts a faint, intermittent light, causing the tree shadows to writhe menacingly. My racing heart feels like a drum shaking my ribs, each beat echoing in the eerie silence of the forest. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, mixed with the metallic scent of fear emanating from ...