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 one treated me like I was helpless or expected me to play Cinderella, as Kiran once weakly joked. They were cautious, but not cruel.
We told them our story after Nathan shared his.
Nathan had once b
