Anana dressed in silence, her fingers moving with precision as she fastened each buckle and strap of the hunting attire Ira had laid out for her earlier, a dark, fitted tunic and pants that clung to her body but allowed for movement. She tugged on the final strap of her hunting boots and looked at her reflection.
They were laced tight, then she gathered her hair with her firm fingers into a high ponytail with simple braids running down her back. Her fingers hovered briefly over her bow before she grabbed it, slinging the quiver of arrows over her back.
As she stepped out of the fortress, the bright morning sun bathed the courtyard in golden light but the air was taut with tension.
Her footsteps slowed as her eyes swept over the scene.
She was greeted by the sight of Lucien and seven
