{Ryanna’s POV}
I stood at the edge of the rogue camp, reins loose in my hand, watching the Council gather for goodbyes. Dawn’s pale light filtered through the misty fog. The camp felt alive yet sullen — like it sensed my departure.
I closed my eyes, as I let the coolness of the morning fog sink into my skin.
Ophelia came first; and moved forward, her arms crossed, but the cool bite in her eyes loosened up into something warmer when she hugged me tight.
"Don’t you ever think of doing anything careless out there," she said.
"Wouldn’t dream of it," I replied, patting her back.
Basten was next, arms folded like he was scolding me, even though he would never admit he cared.
"You better come back in one piece, Ryanna."
I grinned. "You’re one to talk."
He huffed. "Is this how you address
