(Tyra's POV)I spent the rest of the day in my room.By the time evening arrived, the sky had faded into soft shades of grey and pale gold. The sun hung low behind the mountains, its warmth already giving way to the evening chill.Wrapped in a light jacket, I sat on one of the wooden chairs on the balcony.The cold air brushed against my cheeks.Below, smoke curled lazily from chimneys, disappearing into the crisp evening air.Somewhere in the distance, I heard laughter followed by the dull thud of an axe splitting firewood.Winter was close.The trees beyond the pack house stood almost bare now, their branches dark against the fading sky. Only a handful of amber leaves still clung stubbornly to them, fluttering whenever the wind picked up.A gentle knock sounded behind me.I turned just as Freya stepped onto the balcony carrying a tray of two steaming mugs."Thought you might be cold," she said, offering me one."Thank you."The warmth seeped into my hands almost instantly.We sat to
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