Kora’s POV
Morning came heavy and damp, the kind of cold that sank into your bones and refused to let go. The fire had burned down to little more than embers, and the surrounding forest was wrapped in mist so thick it was like walking through breath itself.
The pack was restless. Luka moved stiffly, his wound still bothering him though he’d never admit it. Mara scowled at the mist as though she could burn it away with her glare. Even the younger ones, usually quick with whispered jokes or small comforts, were silent.
Edward gave the order to move before anyone could complain. He didn’t say much, just adjusted his cloak and started forward. That was his way to push forward, no matter how heavy the burden.
I followed close behind him, my steps uneven. His words from last night still echo
