The camp felt different after Nyra collapsed.
Not fragile.
Not fearful.
Aware.
The survivors no longer looked at her like she was something untouchable standing above them. The distance between them had shifted after seeing her fall, seeing exhaustion drag through her body after giving too much of herself to save others.
And strangely—
That made them trust her more.
Nyra noticed it immediately.
No one said it out loud, but the tension around her had softened. Wolves who once hesitated before approaching her now spoke more naturally. Questions came easier. Training felt less forced.
Because now they understood something important.
Her power had limits.
And she still chose to use it anyway.
Morning light filtered through the trees as Nyra sat near the edge of camp, carefully grin
