Alpha’s Moonchild
Cast out from the place that had been my home, my sanctuary, my battleground.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I understand,” I said, though the words felt hollow, almost meaningless against the backdrop of my failure.
The ritual of banishment was formal, steeped in centuries of tradition. Protective wards were placed around me, ensuring that while I could leave, I could not return by force or in a cunning way. Every movement felt surreal, every gesture deliberate. The council chanted quietly, their words weaving a barrier between Morrien and the man they no longer trusted.
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