Lucas carefully rolled back toward Kyra, ensuring that he didn't disturb her as he settled in on her other side. Her warmth was comforting, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax, knowing that soon enough, he'd have to wake up for his guard shift.
Time slipped by quickly, and before Lucas knew it, 3 a.m. had arrived. The faint sounds of the night were still there—the rustling leaves, the soft patter of raindrops that had started earlier, and the crackling fire. Lucas stirred, blinking his eyes open. He yawned, stretching out his stiff limbs, and glanced over to see Damon already awake, watching him with a knowing look.
"Ready?" Damon asked quietly, his voice low cold enough not to disturb the others.
