Ravena's POV
For the first time in a long time, I slept without feeling burdened by the weight of the past.
The morning air seemed softer than usual. The pain in my chest wasn’t as heavy, and when I opened my eyes, the tent didn’t feel like a prison anymore. I breathed in slowly, the cold biting my lungs in a good way.
It was peaceful.
I changed into my black combat uniform, tied my hair back, and laced my boots tighter than necessary. The sun was just starting to rise, but I didn’t want to waste another second lying around.
As I stepped out, a few warriors were already gathered near the campfire, eating roasted meat and drinking warm broth. They paused when they saw me, nodding with respect. One of them stood up and offered me a plate.
“Commander Ravena,” he greeted with a smile. “
