[Araya's POV]
Morning comes too soon.
Araya wakes to pain radiating through every part of her body. Her muscles scream in protest as she tries to sit up. Her hands are still bandaged from yesterday's brutal training, the blisters beneath throbbing with each heartbeat.
But she forces herself out of bed anyway.
The cabin is empty. Lyra and Selvara must be out already, checking traps or hunting. The fire burns low, barely more than embers.
Araya crosses to the hearth and adds wood, wincing as the movement pulls at her bruised ribs. The flames catch and grow, spreading warmth through the small space.
The door opens, letting in a blast of cold air.
Ronan enters, his massive frame filling the doorway. His golden eyes sweep the cabin before landing on Araya.
"You're awake," Ronan says. It
