A hush fell over the gathered crowd as an unexpected voice rang out, shattering the tense silence.
“Lycan Timothee, please, you must listen to me!”
All eyes turned to see Prily, the tribe’s young warior-in-training, pushing her way forward. Her face was flushed and eyes bright with desperation as she hurried towards the ceremonial fire pit.
Timothee regarded her with a furrowed brow. “Prily? What is the meaning of this interruption?”
The girl did not hesitate, immediately dropping into a deep, supplicant bow before Timothee and the elders. “Forgive me, my Lycan, but I can no longer remain silent. You must absolve Dave of any perceived betrayal!”
A buzzing murmur arose from the onlookers at this bold declaration. My heart pounded in my ears as I watched the scene unfold with bated brea
