C162 WHAT BLOOD DOES NOT FORGET

The forest did not welcome them.

Trees leaned inward as though listening. The wind blew between trees without direction, carrying no scent Elara could locate. Even the wolves who followed Damon kept their distance from the shadows ahead, forming a loose, uneasy line rather than a pack.

Aria walked between Elara and Damon.

Not shielded.

Not dragged.

Chosen.

She had not begged to come