Chapter Twenty-Three — Legacy and Fire

DiCaprio:

The silence is cracking.

The moment Keya disappears back into her human form, hunched in my robe, eyes wide and wet, the Elders move.

They close in like a slow, circling storm.

Not snarling. Not shouting.

But questioning.

And that’s worse.

“She’s the reason we were attacked last night?” murmurs Elder Venma, a tall woman with iron-gray braids and scarred hands. “That’s what we’re saying now?”

“Blood Fang,” adds Elder Rowan. “Witch-kind. Rogue wolves. All hunting the same girl?”

“She shifted flaming red,” someone mutters. “Did you see her paws? Glowing. Like she was burning from the inside.”

They turn to me.

“How...