They didn’t stop until the sun was a pale smear behind the mountain’s teeth, and the trees had thinned to a stand of wind‑gnarled pines.Rhea called a halt in a narrow clearing just big enough for the horses and a fire.“Short camp,” she said, swinging down. “Eat, piss, sleep. We’re up before dawn.”Rin moved on habit, hands loosening girths, checking hooves, murmuring to her gelding when he snorted and shook. The motions grounded her more than the rough bread in her stomach or the lukewarm stew Talia coaxed out of dried meat and stubborn embers.Ink‑scent and old wax lingered like a bruise at the back of her throat.By the time the fire had burned down to coals, Rhea had spread a map on a flat rock, pinning the corners with knives. The escort drifted closer: Talia, Jax, Deren, Corin, two more Blackmoon scouts, and two Nightfang wolves who’d kept mostly to themselves.Kael sat opposite Rhea, forearms on his knees. His fingers dug into the fabric there until the knuckles went white. Wh
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