Chapter 152: Nyra’s POV

Three years changed everything.

The camp still smelled like pine smoke and earth after rain, we still woke with the sun and slept by the stars but it had evolved in many ways.

We now had new cabins that stood alongside the old ones, built with the same hands, the same care. Stone paths that branched out and led to almost every corner of the camp.

We kept our ways.

Communal meals still held though that was reduced to just afternoons after work and evening dinners. ...