Chapter 39 – The Moon's Trial

• Scarlet
• The air inside the Grand Hall was colder than the winter winds that swept across the Northern Woods. Even the torches on the stone walls flickered as if afraid to burn too brightly under the gaze of the Moon Council.
• Every pair of eyes—wolves, elders, warriors—burned into me like flames ready to consume. Their faces were masks of judgment, lined with centuries of pride and superstition. The marble floor beneath me shimmered faintly, etched with the sigil of the Lunar Goddess. Its light, usually a symbol of purity and truth, felt like a spotlight on my shame.