RAVEN POV
I buried myself in work.
It was the only thing that still made sense. The only thing I could control.
So for a whole week, I avoided Colton. No calls. No accidental run ins. No late night thinking about him when I should’ve been sleeping. I focused on the project instead. On the one part I’d been avoiding.
The pack.
I’d already taken photos of the mountains. The rivers. The forests that Northern Energy wanted to tear apart. I had shots of deer at sunrise and hawks mid-flight.
But Mara had been right.
This wasn’t just about trees.
It was about people.
About family. About tradition. About a life that would disappear if we lost this land.
And I hadn’t shown that yet.
So I started showing up to pack events with my camera.
The first one was a children’s shifting class.
Ma
