Ally's POV

　　The forest whispers secrets as I tread lightly among the fallen leaves, their crisp voices a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. The air is thick with the scent of rain and pine, a balm to my unsettled senses. James's presence behind me feels like a shadow, dark and looming, a constant reminder of the treachery that runs in our blood.

　　"Ally, wait."

　　His voice slices through the silence, but I don't stop. My brother may have led us ...