Silver Oath
Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters.
“Enough.”
The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver.
“Lower your bows,” she ordered.
The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly.
The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—”
She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”