Elara’s POV
The streets of Turnville are busier than I expected, filled with humans going about their daily lives. I clutch Luna closer against my chest as I navigate the unfamiliar roads, my heart hammering with nervous excitement.
I’m here. I actually made it.
I refuse to let Kael’s cruel words get to me. I force the image of his face out of my head. I won’t think about him. I won’t. My heart tightens as I look around, desperate to find Andrew and leave everything else behind. Kael included.
The town is larger than I imagined from Andrew’s descriptions, with winding, cobblestone streets and buildings that seem to lean against each other for support. I realize I have no idea where to find him—in all our brief meetings at the forest edge, I never thought to ask for his exact address.
