AMELIA’S POV
Early in the morning, we set off on our journey to the north.
My breaths frosted in the crisp mountain air as I tightened the cloak around my shoulders.
The journey north was grueling, the jagged peaks and icy winds a far cry from the dense forests we had left behind.
The terrain seemed as unforgiving as the enemies awaiting us.
Killian walked a few steps ahead, his silver eyes scanning the horizon. His quiet vigilance was a comfort, though I could feel the tension radiating from him.
Liam, still recovering, had insisted on coming despite his injuries. He trudged behind us, his hand resting protectively on the hilt of his blade.
“I’m fine,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time, catching my concerned glance.
“You’re stubborn, that’s what you are,” I replied,
