The Burden of Blood

Chapter 62

The Burden of Blood

Fiona's POV

I woke up with a start, the familiar sensation of dread tightening in my chest. It was early morning, but the thick canopy of trees above cast long shadows across the camp, making it seem like the world hadn’t quite decided whether it was ready for daylight. The air was damp with the early mist, and the cool breeze sent shivers down my spine.

I sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of a dream that was quickly fading from my mind. Quinton lay next to me, his chest rising and falling steadily. For a moment, I let myself relax, taking comfort in the sight of him at peace. But that sense of calm was short-lived. The reality of everything we were up against crashed back down on me like a wave.

The pack was scattered, hunting down leads, searching for any signs of the new threat that had emerged. The ominous presence of the witch, Arlena, was still fresh in my mind. She had made it clear that she wasn’t going to give up until she had what