The moon was out, bold as hell—couldn’t mind its business if it tried. Everything below looked sharp and jagged, like the world just got outlined in cold neon. Trees doing their best haunted house impression, all clawed branches and drama, eavesdropping on her bad mood. Wind kept poking at her, too, like it had nothing better to do, making the leaves gossip and hiss. Evangeline stomped along the edge, boots crunching dead leaves and, honestly, probably some unidentifiable grossness. Wolf senses buzzing, skin prickly, but she played it cool. Or tried to.Truth? She just needed out. Head was a blender, thoughts all chopped up. Maybe she’d scream at the sky, maybe not. Maybe just stand there and let the dark chew on her for a while. Anything but self-destructing under all that thinking.Back there? No thanks. That place was a pressure cooker—war drums in the background, people scheming, everyone whispering about “fate” like it’s this contagious rash. Eyes on her, waiting for some miracle
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