Sable's POV
Yarrow's words stayed with me for days after that conversation, sitting heavy in my chest every time I caught myself staring at my own hands without meaning to. ‘Hunted. Not wiped out. Hunted.’ I kept turning it over, trying to make sense of a history nobody seemed able to give me straight answers about.
Life at the Hollow didn't slow down to let me sit with it, though. A week after the incident with Dax, Ivy found me at the fire pit early one morning, a pack already slung over her shoulder.
"Supply run," she said. "Trading post a few miles out. You're coming."
"Rook said I shouldn't go near the border."
"This isn't Ironclaw's border. It's neutral ground, shared by three territories. Traders from all over pass through, nobody claims it outright." She held out a second pack
