Chapter 65 Shattered Words

The moon hung low over Ghostwood, casting a silver glow over the healing camp. Shadows danced between trees, and although the war cries had faded, tension still pulsed through the air like smoke that refused to clear. Kaela stood beneath the canopy, heart hammering harder than it had during the battle. Her wounds throbbed beneath the hastily wrapped bandages, but it wasn’t the sting of torn flesh that hurt most—l it was the ache in her chest every time she saw Dane laughing softly with ysra, offering her food, adjusting her bandage, listening.