The month that followed was the hardest of Sasha's life.
Every day brought new challenges. New hybrids arrived, needing shelter, food, training. Supplies ran low and had to be replenished. Disputes broke out and had to be settled. Morale wavered and had to be bolstered.
And through it all, the threat of the Night King hung over everything like a storm waiting to break.
Sasha worked herself to exhaustion. She trained with Rhys at dawn, met with the council mid-morning, worked on magic with Maya in the afternoons, and spent evenings walking through Haven, talking to her people, listening to their fears and hopes. She fell into bed each night too tired to dream—which was a blessing, because her dreams had been dark lately.
"You're going to burn out," Maya said one evening, catching her as
