Starglow Basin vacia

saya’s gaze drops for just a heartbeat before lifting again, defiance simmering beneath the shame. she knows he expects perfection, strength—qualities she prizes in herself but which had slipped through her grasp like sand in that one unforgiving moment.

fue la maldita coyota albina, murmura, her voice edged with venom. no había guardias, ni siquiera una señal. se movió como un fantasma. me emboscó en silencio, y en un instante... me arrancó las pieles del cuello. her jaw tightens, remembering the sting, the powerlessness. me dejó inconsciente. cuando desperté, todo había desaparecido.

she feels soto’s cold gaze on her, weighing her worth, judging whether she’s salvageable or destined to be discarded among the others laying in ditches. the silence stretches between them, heavy and thick, and saya straightens, refusing to appear broken.

fallé una vez, she says, her voice hard, holding his stare. me lo robó. a mí. she lets the grief hang in the air, fierce and unyielding.