Survivors.
“And she means it,” I said, my voice carrying easily in the silence, rough from everything that had happened but steady, controlled, I hoped reassuring too. “Anyone who needs a place—who wants one—can come with us.”
There was a shift in the room.
Subtle but there.
Hope, maybe.
Or something close to it.
One of the witches stepped forward slightly, her gaze flicking between me and Aria, sharp, assessing.
“That offer…” she started, hesitating just enough to show she wasn’t used to asking anything anymore, “is it just for wolves?”
I felt Aria tense in my arms.
Just a fraction.
But enough for me to tighten my hold slightly, without letting that doubt spread, because no—
That wasn’t happening.
“No,” I said immediately, not even giving the hesitation time to breathe. “This
