CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
The forest around us quiets as the group starts to settle in for the night. I watch as Silas directs the omegas, his movements fluid and confident despite the day’s harrowing events. Love and Kyle are gathering firewood, while Torin and his warriors form a perimeter around our makeshift camp. The air is pine-scented, cool and crisp, and there's a comforting crackle beginning to emanate from where the fire will soon roar to life.
"Over here," Silas calls softly to me, his voice barely rising above the whisper of the leaves. "We'll set up the sleeping area."
I nod and begin helping him lay out the sleeping bags we've managed to salvage. The ground is hard and unwelcoming, but it's better than being on the run without a moment to catch our breath.
"Thanks, Sage," Silas
