LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The night goes on almost hitch free, but I can't shake the feeling of unease that has settled over me. Jason and Eden are already asleep, their breathing soft and rhythmic in the dimly lit room. I sit cross-legged on the moss, my back against the curved wall of our arboreal chamber, unable to find rest.

My mind races with possibilities and potential dangers. The council's suspicion was palpable, and I know that one wrong move can spell disaster for us ...