A special place

The forest was a symphony of darkness, a living, breathing entity swallowing the moonlight. Killian's strong arms held me close as we navigated the treacherous path. I could barely see anything, just catching glimpses of his black hair glowing in the silvery moonlight and the occasional flicker of a firefly weaving through the undergrowth.

A cold breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it the earthy scent of damp soil. The night was filled with sounds - the haunting hoot of an owl, the rhythmic chirping of crickets, and the distant, eerie howl of a wolf.

Instead of fear, these noises brought me an odd sense of security, cocooned within the night and the reassuring warmth of Killian's arms.

"Are you scared, Amelia?" he whispered, drawing me closer.

"No," I shook my head, finding solace by burying my face in his chest. Thinking about how long he had been carrying me, I decided to ask him to put me down.