A sharp sound echoed through the hall as one of the elders stepped forward, staff striking lightly against the floor.
“Attention,” his voice carried, calm but firm. “The Luna’s Circle Fight will commence in five minutes. All participating Lunas should proceed to prepare.”
A wave of movement followed instantly.
The chairs shifted. Voices rose. The energy in the hall changed from celebration to something sharper—focused, expectant.
“Lunas, please head to the preparation chambers and get ready.”
My heartbeat picked up again.
Five minutes.
Ryder turned to me, his eyes steady, searching mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.
There was no doubt in his voice but only concern and something softer.
Trust.
I nodded.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m ready.”
And I meant it.
Every part of me felt i
