= Amara =
If there was one thing I’d learned in the short time since I’d crossed into Veyrath territory, it was this: weakness was blood in the water. And these people—these wolves—were apex predators through and through.
The pack stood gathered beneath towering pines, their bodies forming loose clusters around the wide stone platform at the center of the clearing. Torches burned low despite the open sky, flames flickering against faces twisted in expressions they didn’t bother to hide.
Disgust. Suspicion. Outright hatred.
Some stared at me as if I were something rotten dragged in from the outskirts of their world. Others looked… eager. Like they were waiting for permission to tear me apart.
So this was what it felt like to be known.
Apparently, everyone here knew exactly who I was.
