Bound moon
He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand.
"You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge."
I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory.
I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.