Amelia POV

The forest swallowed us the moment we crossed the border.

Aleixs slowed first.

He didn't raise a hand, or give a signal, it was just pure instincts.

We followed suit, spreading slightly, each of us knowing our place without needing to be told.

“The wind. It feels wrong,” one of the scouts murmured from the rear.

Aleixs glanced back. “Wrong how?”

I wondered to myself as well.

“it feels clean, maybe too clean.

It's like someone’s been keeping it that ...