[Billion's PoV]
I woke up before the first light touched the treetops.
The air was still, the forest quiet—just the occasional rustle of leaves or distant Abominations breaking the silence. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced around. Ana was curled up on her side, her injured wing tucked in tightly. Steve was flat on his back, drooling slightly, one arm flung over his face like the sun personally offended him.
Silver stood a few paces away, completely still. His wings twitched once in acknowledgment, but he didn't look at me. Always alert. Always watching.
I pushed myself up, rotating my shoulders to loosen the stiffness, then started stretching. Slow at first. Deep breaths. Then the squats began.
Fast. Focused. Efficient.
