A chill wind swept through the camp, causing a shiver to run down Min's spine. The elder witches and their son exchanged meaningful glances, and Ilay wrapped her arm around Min's waist, drawing her closer. "Be cautious when speaking of the bear tribe, my dear," she whispered, her voice softer.

"The situation is dire and perilous," Erkin chimed in. "But Sergen is our kin, our family, and if he believes you can help us, then I trust his judgment."

"But why? Why me?" Min leaned her head against Ilay's shoulder, her mind overwhelmed with swirling thoughts and emotions. She struggled to find the right words or make sense of it...