Freya‘s pov.

The streets of Ravenhold stretched before us, bathed in golden sunlight as Tiberius led me through the heart of the settlement. Unlike the small wooden homes on the outskirts, the center of the town was alive with movement. Vendors lined the stone pathways, selling goods—clothing, weapons, fresh food. Children wove between the adults, laughter echoing off the buildings.

It felt normal. Peaceful.

“So, what do you think?” Tiberius asked, watching me as I ...