The first rays of sunlight bled through the narrow opening of the cave, softening the jagged stone and casting gold across the sleeping forms curled together inside.
Celeste blinked against the warmth on her skin, her limbs stiff but tangled with Hunter’s. Luna was already awake, alert beneath the surface, her senses attuned to something, something that felt wrong. It wasn't loud, nor was it obvious, but it felt wrong all the same.
She sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache in her shoulder from the day before. Hunter stirred behind her, arm sliding instinctively around her waist.
"Morning already?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep and dust.
"Unfortunately," she muttered, stretching until her joints popped.
For a moment, there was quiet. Not peace, but a moment’s reprieve. Birds call
