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Dawnstrike
It was as though a bruising weight had been lifted when the sun finally revealed itself. Its rays filtered through the holes in the tent that Eve had been forced to stay in. The red haze slowly gave way to the pure golden light of the sun.
Eve could not help but breathe a deep sigh of relief as the sweltering heat of the red poison receded. She rose on wobbly legs, aches traveling through her body. But she ignored it, stroking her still-flat belly.
"Do you want to see the sun?" she asked her pups, hobbling her way toward the flap. She pressed on the comm connected to Ellen's station then. There was no reply. There had been no reply for the past one hour.
Dread clogged her throat—had Silverpine survived, had Ellen and Cain survived? Victoriana had promised info soon but that had been half an hour ago.
She could hear cheers outside.
Relief. Joy. Survival.
She pushed the flap and stepped into what felt like a brand new day.
The camp was alive.
