Ronan's POV
Night watch was the only time I could think clearly. Everyone else was sleeping, their troubles locked away in dreams. But not me. My demons liked to visit when the moon was high.
I rounded our camp for the third time, checking each shadow. The forest was too quiet. No owls. No bugs. Just the soft breathing of my companions and the odd snap of dying embers.
Sienna slept closest to the fire, her red hair spilled across her blanket like blood. I pushed that thought away. She looked peaceful now, but I knew the weight she carried. The Midnight Queen. The fallen court. Kieran's change. Zeke's capture.
And Caius—the vampire prince was still healing from whatever the Queen had done to his blood. He lay absolutely still at the edge of camp, looking more dead than usual.
"Anything?" Isa appeared beside me, her witch's cloak making her mix with the night.
"Too much nothing," I grumbled. "No animal sounds for the last hour."
She nodded. "I feel it too. Something's coming."
