Nymera’s POV
The day after I came back from the spiral, the camp felt… wrong.
The air was too still. Warriors spoke in hushed tones. Even the birds in the trees above Hollowfang had fallen silent.
Something was coming.
Not from the gods.
But from the people who feared them.
From the people who feared me.
I caught Dain at the edge of camp, giving orders to Graeven and three lieutenants I didn’t recognize.
They wore the MoonBlood crest, but their stares were flat. Cold. Like I was already a threat they were rehearsing how to end.
I stepped forward.
Dain didn’t meet my eyes.
“Can we talk?” I asked.
Graeven cleared his throat, turning to go. The others followed.
Once we were alone, I asked, “What’s happening?”
“We’re reinforcing the northern perimeter,” he said.
“Liar.”
That go
