Elara's POV
By morning, Blackpine had gone silent around me.
Not peaceful.
Silent.
There was a difference.
The moment I stepped outside the healer's hut, conversations stopped.
Wolves who had once stared at me with hatred now looked at me with something worse.
Fear.
I wonder why they came this deep into the forest, close to the hut.
A young warrior carrying firewood saw me and immediately crossed to the other side of the path.
Two women standing near the well lowered their voices when I approached.
A child pointed at my arm.
His mother quickly pulled him behind her.
I looked down at my tattoos.
The golden glow from the night before was gone.
They were blue again.
Ordinary.
At least, they looked ordinary.
I pulled my sleeves over them.
"Don't look at them."
I turned.
Ka
