Chapter 39 – Pack Divided
The air inside the Moonborne village was heavy with unease. Morning sunlight had poured across the valley, but its warmth did little to soften the icy stares that followed Seren wherever she walked.
She kept her head down, clutching a leather waterskin Lyra had shoved into her hands before vanishing to the training grounds. Each step she took across the packed-earth square felt like a trespass. Whispers followed her like shadows: human… outsider… curse.
When she passed a group of hunters sharpening their blades, the steel hissed against whetstone like teeth grinding. Their eyes tracked her—cold, golden, unforgiving. She swallowed hard and kept moving, though her pulse thundered so loudly she thought it might betray her fear.
She had never felt more alone.
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