MIRA'S
POV
The cold bit deeper just before dawn.
I tugged the thin shawl tighter around my shoulders and glanced back at the cave we’d used for the night, if it could be called a cave. It was barely more than a crack in the mountain, one that let in more wind than warmth. Damp, narrow, and echoing with the soft coughs of the injured.
But it had been something. A place to breathe, if only for a night.
Now, we had to move.
Revik’s voice cut through the half-light. “Time to go. We don’t stay still longer than we need to.”
No one argued.
Even the youngest rogues—the boy with ash-blond hair and the girl who barely spoke—were already gathering what little they had. Most of us didn’t carry more than a pack. Some, like me, carried nothing at all.
Luca stood near the cave mouth, hood dra
