Freya's POV
As we moved into the pitch-black forest, the wind howled. Like skeletal fingers, the branches of the tall trees clawed at the sky as they bent unnaturally. As though the blackness itself were alive, shadows clung to the ground and drew closer to me.
I tightened my cloak around myself as I shivered. It felt like something was pulling me back with each step we walked toward the Sacred Grounds.
Finnick followed me, his gaze sweeping the road in front of him. Dorian stepped in front of us, his stance rigid. We all remained silent. Our mutual quiet was heavy with unsaid anxieties.
Dorian looked back at us and finally stated, "We need to keep moving." "It gets worse the longer we stay here."
Finnick gave a nod. "We ought to get a place to stay shortly. What kinds of animals wander these areas at night is unknown to us.