Chapter 11: No More Baseless Accusations
(Lucas's POV)
The image of Celeste pulling herself from the sacred moon pool wouldn’t leave me. It played over and over in my mind like a curse.
Her clothes clung to her like a second skin, soaked and heavy. Her scarred arms trembled as she dragged herself onto the frozen ground. The silver burns were clear even through the soaked fabric. Her wolf’s limp energy flickered faintly beneath the exhaustion.
Her violet eyes burned, not with strength, but with resolve.
And still, none of us had moved to help her.
My fists clenched at my sides as my wolf, Bloodfang, paced uncontrollably inside me. His snarls were sharp, restless. His energy was suffocating.
Why couldn’t I stop seeing it?
The crowd had parted for her as she limped away,
