Rayna POV
Morning in rogue territory doesn’t feel like morning.
There’s no warm sun breaking through windows, no smell of fresh bread or pack wolves humming quiet songs. It’s sharp air. Smoke. Distant growls and the ring of metal against metal.
The moment I step outside, two things hit me at once:
One - Damon’s already gone.
Two - I’m not invisible here.
Rogues watch me. Not as openly as last night, but I feel their gazes sliding across my back like blades testing soft skin. I pull Lira’s charm from beneath my shirt, fingers tightening around it.
One night. Maybe two.
Then I see Lira waiting near the pit fire, stirring something in a battered iron pot. Her eyes find me immediately.
“Good,” she says. “You’re up.”
I glance around. “Where’s Damon?”
“Out. Business.”
Business. That
