Biting back her embarrassment, Sorrel forces herself to keep walking as she exits the clan. Voices rise behind her—cats hissing the word fugitive, others booing as if she were a criminal. Each insult claws at her heart, but she does not turn back. When the camp finally disappears behind her, Sorrel lifts her head. She refuses to let a tyrant shatter her confidence or define her worth. This broken world does not need fear and cruelty—it needs fixing. And no matter how long it takes, Sorrel swears she will make it right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
