The night had fallen like a curtain over Eldoria, its quiet a stark contrast to the tension that hummed beneath the surface of every soul in the camp. Caitlyn stood by the window, her eyes gazing out into the inky darkness that stretched beyond. The wind whispered against the walls, but in her mind, everything was still. Too still. A chill ran down her spine, one that had nothing to do with the cold night air.

There was something wrong, something off.

Her senses were sharper than they had ever been. She could hear thoughts that weren’t her own, could feel the weight of lies that had no right to...