Kalilah POV
The fire crackled in the center of the clearing, casting long shadows over the circle of wolves gathered around it. I sat beside Kiran, legs crossed, headband still wrapped tightly over my eyes. I could smell the pine and smoke, feel the tension lingering just under the surface. Rogue wolves didn’t trust easily. Neither did I.
But we were here. And we were alive.
Days passed by.
Then a week followed by two.
Then three.
I was adjusting to being 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 my blindness here or expected me to act like Cinderella, as my brother once weakly joked. They were understanding, even if they didn’t completely trust me.
The two of us
