Moira’s POV

Sunlight poured through the wooden window of the shack, warming my cheek. I stirred, blinking slowly. The ache in my limbs had dulled to a background hum. that was nice.

I stood up and was shocked to see how high the sun had risen. Midday? Godess, I hadn’t slept this long in ages.

The blanket slid off me as I sat up, startled by the quiet. Then I heard it the steady, rhythmic thud of wood splitting.

I shuffled to the doorway.

There he was.

Outside in front of the ...