Ignis sobs on the snow.
No one moves to help her. Northern wolves stand in white, watching their Luna fall apart. It's rude to watch, but they can't look away.
My neck stings where her knife kissed it. Warm blood runs down into my black shirt. One drop. Two. Red on black.
I should be scared. I am scared. But not of knife.
I'm scared of what happens next. Because Lyra is not quiet anymore.
She drew blood, Lyra says. Voice low. Ice and fire together. First blood in our territory. Old law says we take life for blood.
We are not in our territory, I tell her inside. And she is grieving.
She is weak. Kill her now and North will kneel to you forever. Show them Originals do not bleed without answer.
No.
Yes, little moon.
The heat comes fast. Too fast. Not like training room where I breat
