Kora’s POV
We traveled for three days without stopping for more than a few hours at a time. The roads eastward twisted through snow-dusted valleys and shadowed woods, every mile stretching further from the territories we once called home.
The nights were the worst. The world fell too quiet. Even the wolves didn’t sing. I’d lie awake under the faint orange glow of our fire, feeling the pulse of something ancient inside me—half asleep, half alive. It hummed like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine, deep and steady, reminding me that I wasn’t just human anymore. Not even fully wolf.
Mara never said it, but I caught her staring sometimes—like she wanted to ask if I was still me. I wasn’t sure how to answer if she did.
Edward didn’t talk much either. He carried the weight of leadership like a seco
