The cave was silent except for the occasional drip of water echoing through the cavern.
Emily sat near the entrance, her back against the rough stone, watching the distant sliver of moonlight filtering through the trees.
Damien and Theo were farther inside, discussing their next move in hushed tones.
She could feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her, but sleep refused to come.
The Resistance had been scattered, hunted, nearly wiped out and yet, here they were—three survivors in a cold, damp cave, trying to piece together a war against an unstoppable force.
She turned as Damien approached, his expression unreadable. "You should get some rest," he said, crouching beside her.
"I can't." She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "Too much on my mind."
Damien didn't respond right away,he simply sat beside her, his gaze fixed on the forest beyond.