AERITH’S POV:
The woods were dark and silent although not without the sounds of crickets and birds chirping. The air was moist and I could hear other strange sounds echoing in the background.
To my surprise, my vision was as clear as day. I could see the woods even though it was dark. My eyes roved around the thick fog of darkness while I wondered what I was here for.
I wasn't a Werewolf so why could I see so clearly? Only werewolves had that ability. I was a Gifted. Was this a new ability of mine? However, something more urgent caught my attention.
I looked at my legs. They weren't touching the ground. I couldn't feel the thorns and sand in the forest but I was here. I was floating in the air without support. The more I thought about my present situation, the more I became perplexed.
