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I lay there in the center of that cold, glowing rune circle, staring up at the High Priestess with a mixture of horror and absolute fury.
The concept of the trial felt like a sick joke where the reward for love was failure and the price of leadership was the abandonment of the person you cherished most.
"That's... that's insane," I managed to choke out, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "You expect me to just... let him die?"
The Priestess didn't even blink, her expression stoic.
"A Luna is the mother of the pack, Nyx,” she said. “A mother does not choose one child over the many. You chose your heart over your crown and that’s precisely why you failed,”
“That’s not fair.”
The words echoed around the circular stone chamber, but nobody looked surprised by
