CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

Andrew furrowed his brows at the sight of Emily seated on a rock and staring at the moon. It was unsettling to watch. It seemed as if she was glowing in the moonshine. A lump formed in his throat as he stood transfixed and goosebumps scattered on his body.

Instead of calling out her name, Andrew sneaked up on her. As he got closer, he confirmed his suspicions. She sat staring at the moon, certainly enthralled by its moonshine. Andrew watched in wonder as the moonlight illuminated her. Her brown hair was billowed by the winds, her face hung upwards. She radiated in the moonlight.

Andrew furrowed his brows, then slowly crept closer. He was a few feet from her when he felt the presence of another being. He froze on the spot, something was peering at them from the forests. His senses spun in alarm, he looked at Emily again and realized that the discontent he felt earlier was because his temporary territory had been trespassed. Though she looked beautiful in the moonshine, it had nothing