Cassian's POV

The trees began whispering an hour past the massacre site.

At first, I thought it was just wind flowing through the branches. But there was no wind here as the air was thick and stagnant, pressing against my skin like a wet cloth. The sound was something else entirely.

Voices. They were soft, taunting and speaking words I couldn't quite make out.

"Do you hear that?" one of the warriors whispered, his voice trembling.

"Ignore it," Elena snapped, not slowing her pace. "Whatever ...