Beneath the Surface

Chapter 64

Beneath the Surface

Fiona’s POV

The camp had settled into a restless quiet, the kind that filled the spaces between heartbeats and made the silence itself feel oppressive. The aftershocks of the recent attack still reverberated through our pack, their echoes settling heavily in the atmosphere. I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that clung to me like a second skin.

Lying in my tent, I stared at the canvas ceiling, the thoughts of our recent battles and the mysterious forces at play swirling in my mind. Despite the exhaustion that tugged at my limbs, sleep was elusive. The weight of the recent violence, the unanswered questions, and the looming threat of whatever lay in wait for us made it impossible to find solace.

I rose from my bedroll, careful not to make a sound. The cool night air greeted me as I stepped outside, a welcome change from the stifling heat of the tent. I moved quietly through the camp, the flickering firelight casting long shadows across the ground. Every