Aurora tightened her grip on the basket, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest. The rustling of trees behind her heightened her senses, and she quickened her pace, glancing over her shoulder.
The forest path was still and quiet, but an unshakeable sense of unease hung in the air. Aurora couldn't quite place what it was that made her feel so on edge. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the crisp morning air and the sound of the birds chirping in the trees. But the feeling of something being off persisted, making her chest tighten with anxiety.
Just as she considered breaking into a run, Azrael's voice cut through the silence, his tone as annoying as ever. "Running from shadows, are we, sleeping beauty" he remarked, as he emerged from the shadows.
