Chapter 63. The Truth About Weavers?

The silence stretched around Aria as she followed Rose through the confusing arrangement of the human cottages. No humans moved as they did. Everyone averted their gaze the moment Aria’s eyes happened to wander across them.

There it was again. Aria frowned as she realized that she could see fear in the eyes of humans. That was the emotion she hated most. It reminded her of herself. She knew she couldn’t order them to stop feeling. So she decided to do the only thing she could.

She averted her gaze and focused on her friend.

Rose’s steps were brisk and shaky as she moved. The scent of stew and burning wood filled the air.

Even though most of the eyes of the humans were hidden behind curtains, Aria could feel them. But she ignored them all.

She wasn’t here for them. She was here for Rose.

Rose’s cottage sat at the edge of the street. It was dangerously close to the edge of the WhiteVale. It was nestled under a tall white oak tree that seemed to serv