~The Pull Of The Blood Moon~

EIRA

I didn’t remember walking out. One moment I was in bed, the next the cold was biting through my nightgown, my feet wet with dew, the scent of pine thick in my throat. The air outside was too quiet, like the whole world was holding its breath.

I heard Ivy’s voice first. "Eira! What are you doing?" Her footsteps thudded against the grass, sounding uneven and frantic.

I didn’t answer because I couldn’t. My mouth moved but no sound came out. All I ...