Beasts of the Moon
Iris.
Tuesday, June 24th.
Next day.
Morning.
We’re seated in the mansion’s meeting room. The air is heavy with anticipation, eyes darting, hearts quietly pounding. Everyone’s waiting for Gerald to speak.
His gaze is locked on mine. Unwavering. Possessive. Primrose sits beside me, her hand gripping mine protectively. Her smile is soft, encouraging, and it swells my heart with gratitude.
On the opposite side, Gerald’s mother and sister flank him, regal and unreadable. Luke and Ron stand behind, alert as ever, warriors carved from stone.
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