ACT II-Secrets Return to the City
Chapter 11
Rayna
By the time the sky started to really lighten, I’d already packed.
There wasn’t much to take—my bag, my first-aid kit, the notebook, the extra blanket from the cabin. I folded the foil blanket and left it on the cot out of habit. Someone else might need it someday. The floor still had four long grooves from where Miron’s claws had dug in. I didn’t look at them too long.
“Can you stand?” I asked.
Miron swung his legs over the side of the cot. He moved stiffly, like every joint had been swapped out for a cheaper model overnight. The bandage over his ribs held, dark but dry. His face was pale under the stubble, but his eyes were clear.
“I’ve stood in worse shape,” he said.
“That’s not comforting,” I muttered, but I stepped in close an
