Chapter 76: Nyra’s POV

The nights in the rogue camp never truly went silent and the mornings were unusually loud. I’d been here long enough now to start recognizing the rhythms. The scrape of the morning blades as hunters sharpened their weapons. The smell of smoke and damp moss that clung to everything. The way laughter broke out in bursts, sharp and fleeting, like people weren’t used to letting it exist for long.

Barely a week ago, it had all felt foreign. Now, it was starting to feel ...