Chapter 80: The Price of Power
The sky above Luna was a storm of shifting colors—burnished orange, violet, and dark indigo—as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its fading light across the vast expanse of the forest. Luna stood at the balcony of the healing chamber, her hands resting on the stone railing, feeling the cool breeze of the evening touch her skin. The air was heavy, still—a reflection of the chaos that had subsided, but still lingered in the edges of her soul.
She had fought. She had bled. And now, she stood at the precipice of something that felt more like a curse than a blessing.
“Luna,” Ryder’s voice broke through the silence, and Luna turned to see him standing just inside the room, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the candlelight. His eyes were searching,
