Sable's POV
"I'm alive," I said. "Barely, some nights, but yeah. Alive."
Petra didn't say anything for a moment, just kept staring at me like she was still catching up to the reality of it. Around us the trading post kept moving, wolves haggling and hauling sacks past us like nothing strange was happening at all.
"I don't have long," I said finally, glancing at Ivy, who gave me a small nod that meant ‘your call, but not too long.’ "We're here on a supply run. I can't really talk."
"Right." Petra swallowed, some of the shock finally settling into something steadier. "Are you... is someone taking care of you? Where have you been?"
"Somewhere safe," I said, keeping it vague on purpose. "That's all I can say."
She nodded slowly, like she understood why I wouldn't trust her with more than
