Evelyn’s PoV

I sat on a fallen log near the edge of the camp, staring into the fire. The campfire cast crackling light against the dark sky. Weeks had passed since I left my pack, weeks since the day I chose to follow Odessa; and somehow, I still wasn’t sure if I had done the right thing.

At first, everything she stood for was against me. I refused to train like her rogues, refused to eat at the same fire as them, and refused to speak unless spoken to. But time has a strange way of softening things. The longer I stayed, the less they looked at me like I...