Chapter 25: The Pact
Peter I woke to the sound of birds chirping, their calls bright and melodic, a sharp contrast to the heavy weight in my chest. The soft glow of morning filtered through the woven walls of Tiger Lily’s hut, casting dappled patterns across the floor. My body ached, a reminder of the fight with the Lost Boys and the wound I’d barely survived, but the pain was manageable now—nothing compared to the gnawing worry that filled me every time I thought of Gwen. Tiger Lily’s face appeared above me, her expression unreadable but sharp with intent. “You’re awake,” she said, handing me a bowl filled with some kind of herbal paste. “Eat.” I pushed myself up on the cot, my muscles protesting the movement. The scent of herbs and wood smoke filled the air, grounding me as I tried to focus. “Did your war
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