"Move quickly! Pack your things—just take what's necessary!"
The muffled shouting came before the first light of dawn.
"Leave the useless stuff! Food, clothes—only what you can carry!"
The voices belonged to the hunting party. They were moving through the camp, pounding on doors, urging the villagers to evacuate.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The wooden door of their small shed rattled violently as someone pounded on it.
"Bloodbeard's thieves are coming!" a voice roared from outside. "We're heading to the Moon Lake Tribe for safety—move now!"
The announcement was brief. Before Mino could even sit up, the hunting team had already run off to warn the next family.
The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, her body still wrapped in the warm wolfskin she used as a blanket. Her gaze softened as she listened to the fading footsteps outside. "They're really up early," she murmured with a tired smile.
She stretched, yawned, and brushed her soft silver hair away from her face.
