Kaliah POV

The fire crackled in the center of the clearing, casting heat against my skin and the scent of pine smoke through the air. I sat beside Kiran, legs crossed, headband wrapped tightly around my eyes. I could feel the tension beneath the surface. Rogue wolves didn’t trust easily.

Neither did I.

But we were here. And we were alive.

Days passed.

Then a week.

Then two.

Then three.

I was adjusting to life here. And honestly? They were slow to trust, but I understood that. My brother and I had been doing our best to pull our weight—and we were.

No one judged me for being blind. No...