Hidden Blood Part 12 – Anise

The silence left behind was not silence at all.

It was a held breath. The forest had taken something in, and now refused to give it back. Anise found she could hear everything—the scrape of Thygon’s boot in the dirt, the frantic drum of her own heart, the minute cracks in the night as the world cooled toward dawn. It was too sharp, too loud. As if the encounter had scraped a layer of skin from…