The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling landscape outside Cordiva. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the distant sound of a rushing river. A campfire crackled in the center of a small clearing, its flames dancing like spirits in the twilight. Zayla sat cross-legged on a blanket, her violet eyes flickering between the flames and her companions.
The weight of Liam’s injuries and his sudden transformation felt heavy on her shoulders, but tonight, at the moment, the warmth of the fire and the presence of her sister, Bella, eased her worries a bit. She would worry about the unknown later.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Bella asked, her voice laced with concern. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her own raven locks shimmering in the fir
