Chapter 71 Broken Reflections

• They called her Lina.
• She was the smallest of the rescued children — no more than nine, her silver eyes dimmed by weeks in stasis fluid, her skin paper-thin, voice like wind through a hollow tree. But even weak, she sat with her back straight, refusing to flinch beneath questioning gazes.
• Lucy Hamilton watched her from across the Moonclaw infirmary chamber. A fire burned low. Elira stood at the girl’s side, weaving quiet dream-wards to stabilize her fraying aura. Cassandra paced like a mother wolf denied answers.