Octavia's Point of View
The morning light spills through the cracks of the old wooden shutters, pale and weak against the smoke stained air. I blink myself awake, the sound of quiet breathing filling the shared room. For a few seconds, I forget where I am, the faint scent of ash, the distant hum of rebuilding outside, and the ache in my bones all blur together.
Then it hits me.
Noctwyn. The attack. The wolves.
I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes as I scan the room. Kai lies on his side, the thin blanket rising and falling with each steady breath. Rafael is already awake, sitting at the edge of his bed, lacing his boots tight, his movements precise and clipped. Eli stretches across from me, his hair a mess, half asleep but already trying to look alert.
Outside, Alpha Magnus’s deep voice c
