Novel & Cerita The Council Will Decide Your Fate

According to her, it was like I wasn't grasping the full magnitude of the situation. " That remaining ten looks negligible, but there is so much that can go wrong in that span." She wore a serious face as she explained.. " If you fail, things will look ugly for your mate. You will die, and her fate might be even worse than yours. " Jake wore a grave face as he analysed, and for a moment, my brows drew closer in sheer frustration. Whichever way you choose, you might still end up getting cooked, so choose wisely. In other words, that's what they were trying to say.

"At least now, they're debating about it instead of just killing us in secret." Morgana raised a hand, and silence fell immediately. "The council will deliberate. Lucien Nightshade, you will wait." The seven elders turned to each other, speaking in voices too low for even my vampire hearing to catch. Minutes stretched into an hour. I stood in the center of the chamber, awaiting judgment, thinking about Maya waiting above. If I died tonight, would she move on? Would she be happy? Would she choose Jaxon, or would she choose herself, focusing on her own path like she'd planned all along?

Something that had survived the Warden's recall and chosen to remain. "The Council is divided," the central mask said. The voice was female, older, carrying the particular weariness of someone who'd presided over too many verdicts and had learned that justice was a performance with predetermined endings. "Three for expulsion. Three against. The deciding vote is mine." Silence compressed the chamber. The gallery held its breath. The black marble seemed to lean inward, the stone itself waiting for the particular word that would determine my continuation or my erasure.

"Can't you try to see the future and see who she is?" "It doesn't quite work that way," Stefano said with a shake of his head. "I've already tried, regardless." Ellie's shoulders slumped. "They're going to call for your head. Figuratively." She paused as she thought about it. "Well, I think. Do you think they're going to sentence you to death? I don't know how these things work in the magical world. Is there even a trial? Who makes judgments?" "There's a Council and the Council makes decisions," a deep voice spoke from the doorway. Ellie tensed as she looked up into a pair of angry, green eyes. He continued, letting out his frustration, "Damn it, Ellie."

Finally, he turns back to us. "The Council will deliberate," he says. "We'll reconvene tomorrow with our decision." It's not a yes, but it's not a no either. It's acknowledgment that we can't be dismissed, can't be erased, can't be reduced to an anomaly they'll pretend never happened. As they file out, Kira lingers for a moment. "They'll vote in your favor," she says quietly. "My father wouldn't have brought me otherwise. He's already decided. He just needs the others to reach the same conclusion."

“You are not leaving. Do you hear me? Not to save them from their fear, and not to save yourself. You’re stronger than this.” Her throat tightened. For a moment she wanted to believe him, to anchor herself in his certainty. But then the elder spoke again, louder this time. “The council will decide. The girl will be judged.” Judged. The word echoed, heavy and final. Mireya smiled, thin and sharp. “At last. Let the pack decide if she belongs.” Kaelen’s hand curled into a fist, but he didn’t strike. He knew the council’s authority was law. Even he couldn’t shield Serenya from it.

Will addressed his father, suddenly growing impatient. “If history has taught us anything it’s that if we leave this problem as is, we risk yet another uprising, one our kind may not survive again and since you have had the most interaction with them, the council has requested your consultation.” Will stared at him, almost as if to decide if he was serious. “You want to know what I think?” Will stood from his seat and scrutinized the room, “An amicable solution does not exist, they have chosen their side and for the sake of our kind’s survival, a decision must be made.” Will cocked an eyebrow.

“Even when I didn’t want to.” The chamber shifted with murmurs. Some are skeptical. Some were almost impressed. But the silver-haired councilor lifted a hand for silence. “Regardless, the people are afraid. They do not know if you are a savior or a threat. Before you can take your place as Luna beside Alpha Kael, we must decide if you are worthy.” The words landed like stones in my gut. “Two days from now,” he continued, “you will present yourself to this council. You will answer for what you’ve done, and for what you are.”

The Headmaster was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded. "I've made my decision. We stay. We fight. And we win." Relief flooded through me. "Thank you," I whispered. "Don't thank me yet. This is going to get worse before it gets better. But you're right. Together, we have a chance. Divided, we have none." He announced his decision to the Council that afternoon. Half of them were relieved. Half were furious. The Thornheart representative looked especially angry. "This is a mistake. When students die, their blood will be on your hands."

"The case will be heard tomorrow morning in the council hall. The husband, the children, the elders, all of them will be there. You will hear them, and you will make the final judgment." My jaw fell open. "In front of the elders?!" I almost wailed. My arms rose to my chest. "Alpha Duaine, you're joking. Me. I can’t. The elders are strict. Everyone says so! Even you, yes, even you sometimes can't talk to them anyway. And you expect me to sit in front of them and make a decision that can tear a family apart?"