ERIS: CHAPTER 71

The forest was alive, but not with the peaceful hum of nature Eris had grown used to. It was a different kind of alive, the kind that watches, waits, and stalks.

The air buzzed with tension, a tangible thread tightening around her chest.

The prince, Fox, oblivious as always, waded in the shallow waters of a spring, his blond hair plastered to his face.

His golden signet ring caught the sunlight as he splashed lazily, seemingly unconcerned with the world around him.

Eris stayed still, crouched low near a fallen tree, her sharp gaze scanning the dense foliage.

The eyes she saw weren't of animals. They gleamed in the shadows, unblinking and unnatural, like predatory fireflies reflecting the moonlight.

They moved, flickering closer, shifting from one tree to another.

She clenched her fists, turning her head slightly. "Fox..." she hissed, her voice low and urgent.

No response.