Rhydan’s POV
The camp didn’t sleep anymore.
Not truly.
Even after the attack.
Even after the wards were rebuilt.
Even after the scouts returned saying the forest had gone quiet again.
Nobody trusted the silence now.
Rhydan stood near the edge of the clearing, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched the perimeter wolves rotate positions.
Too many guards.
Too many eyes.
And still not enough.
Behind him, the cabin door creaked open softly.
Tiny footsteps followed.
“…You’re brooding again.”
Rhydan glanced down.
Arinya stood there with messy dark curls and crossed little arms, glaring up at him like she was personally offended by his mood.
Despite everything happening—
it almost made him laugh.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“No.” Immediate.
Then she pointed accusingly
