Elena
*****Dawn — The Outer Camp****
The camp woke like a wounded animal.
Low voices. Steel scraping stone. Wolves pacing in tight circles because standing still felt too much like waiting to die. The seer’s words clung to everything, heavy and poisonous.
The mother must choose.
I hated that sentence.
Finn sat on a crate near the fire, brow furrowed in deep concentration as he tried, and failed, not to bend the metal cup in his hands. Fia leaned against my leg, quiet in a way that made my chest ache. She hadn’t said much since the sanctuary. When she was silent, it meant she was seeing too much.
Lucian had already disappeared before sunrise.
Of course he had.
Chase stood across the camp, giving orders with calm precision, like the world hadn’t just dropped a blade at our feet. He
