C54 Chapter 45

Cirilla's Point Of View

I felt it all.

I sensed it all.

And heard it all.

Even the tiniest sounds of owls hooting, the night animals' movements in the dark, the sounds of the trees shrieking under the little force of the windy, cold midnight air.

The sounds of the twigs crying under my footfalls, dried-up leaves shattering against the dust. I heard it all and they made the ache in my bones