Serena
It had been a few days since we came back from Warborn Tech, but something inside me had shifted.
I didn’t know what exactly. Maybe it was seeing how the Reapers worked. How they moved. How they trusted Xavier with things no one else could even understand. How, even among rogue-born wolves with metal arms and coded maps, I wasn’t thrown away.
I didn’t feel safe exactly… but I didn’t feel hunted either.
The mornings were quiet here. Always quiet.
No barking orders. No shouting drills. Just the wind, and the soft thud of boots on stone, and the sound of blades being sharpened. The Phantom Reapers were shadows. They didn’t speak unless they had to. They didn’t laugh out loud.
At first, it unsettled me. Now, I was learning to move through it without shaking.
Mira was helping.
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