Chapter 40

The moon hung low over the infected forest, casting long, twisted shadows across the purplish grass. Caleb Vance slipped out of his camp, moving with a silence born of weeks of desperate survival. His body felt different now—lighter, yet anchored by the burgeoning power of his completed circulation pattern. He needed space. The small clearing he'd scouted earlier was far enough away that he wouldn't risk bringing his shelter down if his new abilities proved volatile. He adjusted his grip...