LILA’S POV
Morning didn’t bring peace.
It brought clarity.
And clarity… was far more dangerous.
The camp was alive again not in the way it had been before, filled with laughter and fragile hope but in a sharper, more focused way. Wolves moved with purpose, their steps quicker, their gazes constantly scanning. Fear had reshaped them overnight.
Fear… and survival.
I stood at the center of it all, watching.
They were training.
Some of them still had bandages wrapped around their arms, ribs, legs but they pushed through anyway. Every strike, every shift, every breath carried urgency.
Because now they knew.
We were no longer just surviving.
We were being hunted.
And worse… we were being studied.
My wings flickered faintly behind me, unstable, responding to the constant tension humm
