Isla's POV
Mira's hands were shaking.
That was the first thing Isla noticed when the old elder walked into the preparation chamber that morning, and it made her stomach drop straight to the floor. Mira had survived a Lycan massacre. She had watched kingdoms fall and rise again. Her hands did not shake.
But they were shaking now, and they were shaking because of Isla.
"You're scaring me," Isla said flatly.
Mira did not apologize. She set her wooden box of herbs and tools on the stone table and began laying everything out in careful, deliberate rows. Her silver hair fell across her cheek as she worked, and she did not look up.
"Good," the elder said. "Fear means you understand what tomorrow is."
