Zielle
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The Luna turns, her voice slicing the air. "Now tell me. Who aimed the arrow?"
"Luna, we—"
"I asked who!"
The room shudders under her roar. Even the Alpha beside me flinches, a faint growl rumbling from his throat. I touch his face gently, brushing away the sweat from his brow. His skin burns against my palm. His eyes flutter, the gold in them dimming.
"Stay with me," I whisper. "Don't close your eyes."
Finally, one of the guards steps forward. His armor rattles as he trembles. "It was me, Luna."
The Luna's lips curl slightly. It's not a smile, not even close. "One hundred lashes. And if the Alpha dies…" She pauses, letting the words hang in the air, "…you will die too."
A collective gasp ripples through the room. The guard drops to his knees, horror draining the color from his face.
"Please, Luna," he begs, his voice cracking. "I only did it because—because Omega Arieth threatened me. She said she'd have me executed if I didn't shoot."
