Azura's POV
We found a place that felt safer than the open forest.
Not safe. Nothing in this place felt safe. But better, a wider stretch of ground between the silver trees where you could see in most directions without the branches closing in too tightly overhead. It was the best option the forest had to offer, and everyone recognized that without needing to be said.
The leftover meat from the hunt was finished that evening. Not much remained but enough to share around, and the warriors ate quietly and without complaint, the kind of quiet that had become normal since entering this place.
Corvin had stopped struggling.
The fight had gone out of him somewhere between midday and evening, like a fire that had burned through everything it had to burn and simply stopped.
He sat where they placed him, his wrists still tied but his body loose and defeated, and when someone brought him a portion of food he took it without a word and ate it slowly, staring at nothing.
