The morning sun had risen, casting a soft golden glow over the forest. The birds were chirping, the leaves rustled with the breeze, and the horrors of the previous night seemed distant—a stark contrast to the chaos that had enveloped them. It was a beautiful, peaceful morning, nothing like the terror they had faced just hours before.
Kyle was the first to wake up. He rubbed his eyes, standing slowly and cautiously looking around, still wary of any potential dangers lurking in the trees. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, providing a sense of safety, but he couldn't shake off the unease completely. He glanced down at Damian, who was still fast asleep, leaning against the tree. Kyle frowned, noticing Damian's shoulder. The wounds were bad, torn from the wolf's claws, and if they weren't careful, the injuries could become life-threatening.
