Ravena's POV
I was standing at the edge of the newly reclaimed territory, watching workers rebuild what the war had destroyed. The sound of hammers banging on nails echoed through the clearing, followed by the shouts of men giving orders. Omegas carried supplies back and forth, their faces tired but determined.
Beside me, Mira stood with her arms crossed as she studied the half-built watchtower in the distance. Rhea was kneeling near a pile of wooden beams, checking the quality with her usual critical eye.
"The eastern watchtower needs to be finished before the rains come," I said, my voice carrying over the noise. "If we don't reinforce it now, the whole thing will collapse when the storms hit."
One of the warriors nearby straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. "We will get it done
