Nyra’s POV
I found a way to ease the weight of the war by spending more time with Kael.
Every day after the battle, the tension in my chest loosened a little whenever I saw his little smile.
I helped him with his schoolwork, even though half the time he got distracted and started talking about wolves and heroes.
One afternoon, as I tried to help him read a short sentence, he groaned dramatically.
“I don’t like this word,” Kael said, tapping the book with his tiny finger. “It looks angry.”
I laughed. “Words can’t be angry.”
“Yes, they can,” he argued. “This one is looking at me like this…” He folded his arms and frowned hard.
I burst into laughter. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned. “But you like me.”
“Yes,” I said softly. “I do.”
Some days, I visited him at school. The other chil
