{Ryanna’s POV}

It started the way most days did lately — with birdsong instead of battle cries.

For a long time, I didn't even realize how rare that had become. Waking up not because something was on fire or someone was bleeding, but because the sun rose warm and lazy.

It had been four months since Moongrave.

Four months since the Snow Pack was named.

And somehow, against everything we'd known of the world, we thrived.

Today would make it the sixth month since the rogues and I ...