For the first time in months, there was peace.

No battles.

No betrayals.

No looming threats in the shadows.

Just the sound of Silverwood breathing.

Lyla stood at the edge of the forest, watching the sky shift from deep twilight to the soft gold of morning.

It still didn’t feel real.

She had spent so long fighting.

So long surviving.

Now, she had to learn how to live.

"You should be resting."

Eli’s voice was soft behind her.

Lyla smirked. "So should you."

She turned ...