Beneath the Winter Moon
“I’m not asking you to understand. I’m just asking for the chance to end it the right way.”
Celeste studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable.
Silas’s jaw tensed, but after a long pause, he gave a curt nod.
“You have until the next moon,” he said. “After that, the bounty becomes a kill order.”
Grayson flinched, but nodded back.
Then the Council began to shift again, voices rising, chairs scraping, the air buzzing with quiet resolutions and private conversations. The worst was over. But the aftermath had only begun.
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