Third person's POV
The air around the cabin felt wrong.
Camila froze by the window, her instincts flaring as if something, or someone, was watching. Nathaniel was already on his feet before she could speak, his sharp gaze sweeping the woods outside. He had grown quieter these past few days, distracted. Something in his eyes was different, distant. She noticed it. She felt it. And now, with the rising tension in the air, her unease only grew.
Nathaniel moved to her side silently. He didn't touch her, but his presence alone was protective.
"We're not alone," he muttered, voice low.
Camila nodded. "I felt it too. Just a moment ago."
Nathaniel grabbed a blade from the drawer beside the fireplace, a silver-coated dagger laced with wolfsbane, and checked the lock on the door.
That moment of stillness shattered when a branch snapped outside.
