Dawn creeps over Eden, gold and violet threading through the wild’s edge—Oakenspire’s hum lingers, softer now, a whisper on the wind. Tobal wakes, wild hair tangled with sweat, scarred hands steady—brown eyes burn, tracing the west where traitor’s scent fades. Fiona stirs beside him, red braid loose across her shoulder—green eyes flicker—staff rests close, vines curling slow as if listening. Rafe lounges by the fire, hazel eyes glint—dagger spins zily: “Kin’s gone quiet—too quiet.” Becca sits, broad shoulders rexed—blue eyes glow under her shaved scalp, axe propped near—yang hums low, ready. Cal stands at the camp’s edge, tall frame silhouetted—spear leans easy—gray gaze sweeps the wild: “Roots feel shadow.” Valentine paces, shaggy gray fur rippling—yellow eyes sharp—growl rumbles soft—traitor’s trail twists cold.

  OAK roots sigh—voice smooth and faint: “Shadow’s veil—west folds.” Tobal’s scars tighten—brown eyes narrow: “They’re hiding—west ridge.” Fiona nods—green vines pulse: “Eden’s veil—kin’s deep.” Rafe’s grin quirks—“Uncle’s pying tricks—sly bastard.” Becca grunts—“I’ll split that veil wide.” Cal shifts—spear tilts: “We hunt.” Valentine bounds—gray shadow west—Chaos fades—Oakenspire hums—Fiona’s voice cuts: “Now.”

  Storm moves smooth—midnight hooves glide—Tobal rides, scars warm, brown eyes locked west. Fiona rides Bze—red braid flows—staff hums—green eyes pierce the haze. Becca follows—axe sways—yang stirs—blue eyes catch dawn—shaved head shines. Rafe slips along—wiry frame weaves—hazel eyes glint: “Bet they’re tucked tight—cowards.” Cal strides—tall shadow—spear steady—gray tracks—Knights flow—Valentine leads—shaggy grace—traitor’s scent thins—Eden’s wild thickens—OAKs murmur—Fiona calls: “Ridge—there.”

  West ridge looms—trees twist dense—a veil shimmers—traitor hides—hooded, scaled—OAK bde gleams—kin’s eyes glow cold—shadow cloaks—golden warmth dims. Tobal’s whip uncoils—scars fre—steel shes—traitor fades into mist. Fiona’s vines sweep—green tendrils weave—staff pulses—traitor slips free. Rafe’s daggers dart—silver arcs—grins: “Hide better—still see you.” Becca’s axe cuts—yang fres—blue eyes bze—steel bites air—traitor weaves. Cal’s spear glides—tall frame shields—gray eyes steady—Val’s teeth snap—tears shadow—traitor stumbles—rift hums—bck veil thickens—OAKs groan—traitor whispers: “Shadow’s mine—Eden bends.”

  Fiona leaps—green eyes lock—staff fres—vines grip—breath steadies: “Kin—veiled still.” Tobal halts—brown eyes darken—voice low: “Show yourself.” Rafe’s grin twists—spits: “Uncle’s shy—pathetic.” Becca’s grip tightens—blue eyes fre—growls: “Come out!” Cal’s gray eyes soften—spear dips—murmurs: “Roots feel—old shadow.” Valentine lunges—yellow bites—tears—traitor reels—rift fades—veil thins—OAKs hum—hood shifts—scars peek—kin’s mark—traitor melts west—wild folds.

  They pause—Storm snorts—Tobal’s scars gleam—brown eyes track—boots press earth. Fiona holds Bze—red braid settles—staff dims—green eyes linger—vines ease. Rafe spins his dagger—ughs low: “Kin’s a shadow—slippery shit.” Becca’s yang cools—axe rests—blue eyes soften—Knights stand—wild breathes. Cal’s spear settles—tall shadow—gray eyes sweep—Valentine circles—shaggy guard—Oakenspire echoes—roots weave—OAK whispers: “Shadow’s veil—west hides.” Day 14 fades—sun climbs—traitor’s shadow slips—Eden steadies—Knights wait—the hunt stretches.