Nyx
“When love becomes power, power becomes dangerous,” Selene whispers.
The Council Chamber smells like politics and old incense. Too much power, too many ghosts. The air-conditioning hums low in the background, and the holo-screens lining the walls flicker with live news coverage of the crowd outside the Citadel.
Protesters wave banners and digital signs that read #LoveIsNotLeadership and #SeleneSaveUs. I can hear them even through the triple-paned glass. Chanting my name like it’s a curse.
“Alpha Nyx.” Elder Marrow’s voice cuts through the noise, smooth and sharp like polished bone. “This emergency assembly has been called not to question your authority, but to ensure that balance is maintained after… the departure of Alpha Orion.”
No mention that Orion gave up his title the mom
