Tyler's POV
Elias's words hung in the air, a spectral reminder of the choices laid bare before me. The room, steeped in shadows and the weight of impending decisions, felt like a silent confessional. I cast my gaze around, seeking solace in the flickering candlelight that danced with secrets.
"Are you sure about this, Tyler?" Elias's concern cut through the charged atmosphere, a question echoed in the furrowed brows and contemplative glances of those present. Dahlia, Azura, and Luke – their eyes held a mix of worry and understanding.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips, laden with the burdens of desperate choices. "I've exhausted every other option. The twins need their Luna, and I..." My voice trailed off, the unspoken ache lingering in the hollows of my words.
Luke, ever the voice of reason
