"Blackthorne was forged in fire, bound by loss, and strengthened by longing, but together, they were unbreakable."
3rd POV
The sun had barely risen above RoanRidge, its light spilling in lazy streaks across the stone walls of the compound, but the Blackthorne team was already awake. The air carried the familiar chill of the northern forests. It smelled of pine, damp earth, and the faint smoke curling from chimneys nearby. The place was quieter than the battlefronts they had grown used to. Too quiet, some thought. The silence pressed in like a weight, forcing each of them to notice the ache they carried rather than the chaos they once drowned in.
