Rissa’s POV

I woke to silence.

Not the kind that creeps in before disaster, but the rare, unfamiliar quiet that follows survival. It was soft, almost sacred. No howls in the distance, no explosions in the air. Just calm. Peaceful.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t running and watching over my shoulder. The thoughts of fear evacuated my mind, and not being able to sleep for weeks took its toll on me.

Finally, having a place to rest was a great deal for me; the bed in ...