Haven had grown.
With over two hundred new arrivals, the community stretched to its limits. New buildings rose overnight. New gardens were planted. New classrooms were built.
Nadia taught every day.
Her students were the young hybrids—the ones who had never seen the sun, who had never known kindness, who had never had a home. She taught them to read, to write, to hope.
Katarina was her best student.
"You're going to be a teacher someday," Nadia told her.
Katarina beamed. "Like you?"
"Like me. Even better."
Sasha spent her days helping Elena in the healing wing.
The new arrivals needed medical attention—some more than others. She held hands, wiped tears, whispered promises.
"You're safe now," she said, over and over. "You're home."
One of the hybrids—an older woman, her face line
