The first rays of dawn filtered through the frosted windows of the mountain cabin, painting the wooden floor with pale streaks of light. Outside, the forest was silent except for the whisper of the wind moving through the snow-covered pines.
Lucas stepped back inside after checking the area around the cabin.
“The trail is clear for now,” he said quietly. “But we shouldn’t stay here much longer.”
Ragnar nodded.
“My scouts have noticed unfamiliar movements in the southern valley. Whoever is looking for us is getting closer.”
Damien stood from the chair beside the fireplace.
“Then we’ll leave immediately.”
Aria folded the blanket she had used during the night and placed it neatly on the wooden bench.
“I’ll be ready in a minute.”
As she adjusted the pendant around her neck, her phone
