Chapter 320

“So, the Fae realm is really dying?” Sofia asked quietly, her gaze unexpectedly turning to Noemi. Noemi rubbed at her eyes, her exhaustion evident as she glanced at the werewolves gathered around her. Without needing to ask, I knew how she felt—disoriented, overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity of this world. Her presence, however, didn’t go unnoticed. It was impossible to miss the way she affected the others, particularly Francesca. Fae were always strikingly beautiful, but fae children carried an ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly. Their glowing skin, luminous eyes, and delicately pointed ears marked them as High Fae, yet their youthful innocence gave them a perspective untouched by the weight of centuries.