from the cold, commanding moon. She sat up slowly, her senses already reaching listening for danger, sniffing for lies. But the apartment was still. Peaceful. Kieran had left a note

e girl. Both gone, she could sense that. The sorrow lingered like perfume on a forgotten coat. Her fingers brushed the frame gently. She didn't know this man,

ear the creek. The Order dismissed it as scattered data, but Jules saw a trail. Something crossed over. And last night, a local nurse mentioned seeing Kieran drive into town with a bruised and barefoot w

n't dulled. She felt it a presence. Someone was watching. She didn't flinch. Instead, she turned her face to the moon, letting its dim glow wash over he