(Siena POV)
Dawn breaks over pack territory, painting the horizon in watercolor strokes of amber and rose that shimmer against the retreating indigo of night.
I inhale deeply from my position on the charity headquarters' roof, tasting pine and morning dew mingled with woodsmoke from early cookfires.
Below, the refugee settlement stirs to life—soft footfalls on gravel paths, quiet conversations carried on crisp morning air, the rhythmic chopping of kindling as families prepare for another day of rebuilding lives shattered by war and displacement.
The relative quiet won't last.
Council observers watch every movement, document every decision, their presence a constant reminder of precarious political balance.
Behind them looms Raiden's influence, his determinati
