The rising sun filtered through the forest canopy in golden shafts, dancing on the dew-covered leaves. It was a new day, but the tension that lingered in the camp made it feel like the calm before a storm. Everyone could feel it—change was coming. And it was coming fast.
Evelyn stood on the ridge overlooking the valley, arms folded as her sharp eyes scanned the horizon. Since reuniting with her mother and receiving the reinforcement troops from Silvercrest, the camp had been busier, the lines tighter, the energy taut with purpose. Yet her thoughts were scattered.
Damien approached from behind, his steps quiet, but she sensed him anyway. Her wolf, Aria, stirred in recognition—not with the burning bond that once overwhelmed her, but with something steadier now. Warmer.
“You’re up early,”
