A low murmur moved through the room.

Kieran finally looked at her, his face was closed off, tired, guarded.

“Lyra,” he said carefully, “this isn’t…”

“When will it be?” she interrupted.

Silence slammed down on the chamber.

Lyra stood.

“I have been locked away, watched. Restricted. Brought here like a warning instead of a voice, if this council plans to judge me, then I will speak,”she said.

“You are crossing a line,” an elder snapped.

“I am your Luna and I will not be ...