Chapter 146 Ciara's Idea

• ~ Elara ~
• The moonlight streamed through the cracks in the attic’s window, casting silvery beams across the worn wooden floorboards. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the feeling of helplessness that clung to me like a second skin. My body ached from the day’s work, and my heart ached even more from the weight of the choices I’d made. The attic was cold and unwelcoming, but I wasn’t here for comfort. I was here because I needed to stop Draven. No matter the cost.
• I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories of Kieran’s threat, Seraphina’s sneers, and the cold hostility from the pack. The attic felt like a prison, a reminder of how far I had fallen in their eyes, but I couldn’t let it break me. Not now.