Chapter 8
The Elder's Warning
Elara seeks counsel from Elder Maeve, who warns her of the Wendigo's true power and the ancient pacts. Maeve's cryptic words hint at a deeper connection between Elara and the creature.
The air in Elder Maeve’s cottage hung thick with the scent of dried herbs and woodsmoke, a comforting counterpoint to the gnawing unease that had settled in Elara’s chest. Outside, the wind moaned through the skeletal branches of the pines, a sound that had always been a lullaby, but now felt like a lament. Maeve sat across from her, her face a roadmap of wrinkles etched by time and wisdom, her eyes, the colour of moss after rain, fixed on Elara with an unnerving intensity.
“You’ve been to the deep woods again, child,” Maeve stated, her voice raspy like dry leaves skittering across stone. It wasn’t a question.
Elara’s breath hitched. She hadn’t spoken of her excursions, not a word. Yet, Maeve knew. It was the same way the forest seemed to know, the way Kael’s gaze felt like a tangible touch. “How did you know?”
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