After the battle at the border, the estate felt different. Quieter, but not in the sense that peace ought to be. It was the sound of suspicion churning in the air, the silence of wolves holding their breath.
Eyes followed me everywhere I went. Not the inquisitive looks of the past, but piercing gazes that felt like blades against my back. Like cobwebs, whispers clung to the hallways. Moonborn. Curse. Risky.
Wishing I could blend in with the stone walls, I tightened my cloak around myself. I was still raw and frayed from the fight; the shadows burned beneath my skin like wildfire. Even worse, I could still hear Korrin's voice. Quiet but persistent, it persisted in the back of my mind and kept coming up in my thoughts.
mine.
I gritted my teeth and pushed it away, but it seemed to get lou
