Amara’s Point of View
The council room had been chaos when Aarhea spoke. Her words were sharp, and some of the elders looked like they believed her.
My stomach twisted. I could feel everything slipping, the careful web we’d built starting to unravel.
Later that night, we gathered in Dad's private study. Logan paced, restless, while Dad sat calmly at the desk, fingers tapping on the wood. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to control my panic.
“She’s dangerous,” Logan muttered.
“Aarhea’s not just talking anymore. She has references. She has proof. If we don’t cut this off....” Logan stopped talking when I spoke.
“She’ll destroy everything,” I finished for him, my voice tight.
“I saw the elders’ faces. Some of them are doubting now. If she pushes harder, they’ll start ask
