Nyx
The moon looks too calm for what’s about to happen. Above the Citadel, the eclipse bleeds across the sky like a bruise spreading through silver light. The world is watching … through drones, broadcasts, live feeds that span every pack, every territory.
The entire continent hums with one shared heartbeat. “What will she do?” Every eye is on me. Every expectation, every judgment. And all I can think is how strangely quiet it is. The Council dais looms before me.
A half-circle of ancient power wrapped in ceremonial white. My grandfather sits at the center, posture regal, expression unreadable. Orion’s father stands to his right, chin lifted in smug certainty. In front of them, a podium gleams with the insignia of the Moon Court.
The mark of divine lineage, of authority. Of ownershi
