SONG OF THE CHAPTER: SAME TEAM BY LABRINTH AND STEFFLON DON

IVARA'S POV:

The night air smells like rain and rust.

It’s heavy with something electric like a storm waiting to break. I stand by the edge of the camp, arms folded, watching the Dravens move like restless shadows between tents. They whisper more now. Watch more and trust me even less.

Ever since the attack… and the talk of mutiny… something in the pack has shifted and in Ronan too.

He’s colder lately. Quieter. ...