~Alicia’s POV~
The scent of the air no longer signaled a battle. Today, it was just the smell of the morning storm rolling over the peaks, mingling with the aroma of cedar wood and roasting coffee.
I stood on the edge of the High Watch, looking down at the Ravine City. A year ago, this place was just red clay and hope. Now, it was a masterpiece of engineering and unity. The limestone cliffs were carved into tiered dwellings, their windows catching the early sun. Bridges made of woven silver silk and sturdy oak spanned the gaps, looking like delicate spiderwebs from this height. Below, in the central plaza, the Pack of Twenty Five had become the Pack of Two Hundred.
I watched Sarah my Ghost Walker, flicker across the rooftops. She was faster than ever, acting as the city's silent pulse,
