Chapter 43: Shadows in the Vanguard

The morning after the attack came with a damp chill, the forest alive with the sound of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. Aura's body ached as she sat by the brook, scrubbing blood off her knife. Her hands were steady now, her resolve hardened by the events of the night.

Logan approached, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. He held out a piece of dried meat, his face set in a rare moment of quiet concern.

"You didn't eat last night," he said simply.

Aura hesitated but took the food, chewing slowly as her gaze drifted to Kieran, who stood at the edge of the clearing, sharpening an arrow. His movements were precise, his expression unreadable.

"He's an enigma," Logan muttered, following her line of sight.

Aura sighed. "He saved us, Logan. Whatever his secrets are, he's on our side—for now."

"For now," Logan repeated, his tone laced with doubt.