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Chapter 51

Author: Naomi Oh
last update publish date: 2026-08-14 04:29:24

Chapter 51: Aneira's POV

The cold found me properly once the danger had actually passed, the way it always seemed to wait politely until there was room for it.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I stood at the edge of what used to be my clearing, staring at bodies scattered dark against the snow, and made myself breathe the way I taught frightened patients to breathe, slow counts in, slower counts out, until the shaking dulled into something I could work around instead of something that consumed m
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