Erick
I walked her out of that hellhole with my arm wrapped firmly around her waist.
The scent of her pain clung to my nostrils like smoke to ash, and every breath I took was laced with the bitter tang of fury.
My Luna… in handcuffs.
My Luna… with a bruise on her face.
My Luna… made to look powerless in a world where she was born to reign.
I’d barely taken five steps out of the station when I stopped, the rage that simmered within refusing to be silenced.
Slowly, I turned around to face them, My voice was low, almost calm, but the danger in it echoed louder than a growl.
“Breathe a word of this to the media,” I said, each syllable deliberate, “and you’re gone. Vanished. Stripped of your badges and titles. No questions. No explanations.“ I paused and gathered their faces into m
