The tension within the camp has become all but oppressive since the close of the moon event.
The air is heavier, but it is not just the looming threat of Lucian hanging over our heads, it is the secrets each of us is keeping from the others since the sacred lands.
Every word spoken seems laced with weight from what remains unsaid and I see it in the eyes of every person.
We are concealing something from one another, and it's eating away at us.
I'm working with David to reinforce the perimeter, and we turn to the campsite to see Abigail pacing around the fire, furrowing her brow.
She is in a distant place,just moving up and down . Visions have taken a huge toll on her, and I'm not sure what they might be showing her.
"Have you spoken with her?" David whispers, following my gaze to
