POV EMMA BELLEThe northern horizon was dotted with the white canvas of wagons and the distant, rhythmic thud of thousands of hooves. It was a sight of triumph, yet as I stood on the battlements with Félix, a heavy feeling of unease settled in my chest. The air didn't smell like pine and snow today; it smelled of stale sweat, unwashed bodies, and a faint, sweet rot that made my kinetic senses tingle with a warning."They're coming in faster than Nathaniel can count them," Félix muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. He looked at the sprawling camp that had appeared at the base of the Crag almost overnight. "It’s not just shifters, Emma. Half of them are humans who fled the Spire before the lava cooled. They’re cold, they’re hungry, and they’re scared.""We can't turn them away, Lixie," I said, my violet eyes scanning the crowd. "We promised a new world. A world without walls.""I know," Félix sighed, pulling me closer. "But a world without walls is a world without a qua
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