Freya‘s pov.

I felt the stares before I even saw them.

They weren’t new—not really. Ever since I stepped into the Hunters’ camp, people had looked at me like I didn’t belong. But now? There was something else in their eyes.

Fear.

It clung to them like smoke, silent and thick.

I slowed my pace and turned to Tiberius, who walked just ahead. “Why is everyone looking at me like that?” I asked quietly.

He stopped and turned toward me, gently but ...