Theo
The words echoed through me long after the elders' footsteps faded down the corridor.
If she's Moonborn, she dies. If Laurent defies the Council, he falls with her.
Each sentence struck like claws raking across my spine. I stood rooted in place, staring at the cold stone walls of the Council corridor. Torches flickered along the arches, their flames trembling as if the very air sensed the shifting threat.
My breaths were slow, controlled—but the fury beneath them was anything but. It burned, sharp and wild, pushing against the self-control I had spent years mastering.
My wolf snarled inside me. Violently.
Images flashed through my mind—Sofia asleep, peaceful, trusting me. Sofia was terrified in the forest. Sofia is glowing under the moon, her body torn between two worlds. Sofia
