CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The forest exhales a cool, nocturnal breath as we make camp for the night. My hands move mechanically, pulling twigs and dried leaves together for a fire while Kyle and Love work on setting up makeshift tents with the precision of seasoned nomads. Torin’s warriors, shadows in the twilight, secure the perimeter with quiet efficiency that speaks volumes of their training.
I kneel by the small pile of kindling, striking a flint to ignite the flame. Sparks leap eagerly to the dry foliage, crackling into life and pushing back the encroaching darkness. Firelight dances across the faces of my companions, painting them in hues of orange and gold. It’s a strange camaraderie that binds us; humans, shifters, warriors, all woven together by necessity and shared purpose.
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