The decision

Elena

I looked at the elder, my heart heavy but firm. The crowd’s whispers had quieted, watching my face. Dora stood close, her eyes pleading as if she already felt my answer. I drew in a slow breath, steadying myself.

“Please don’t give me that look,” I said, voice calm but direct. The elder’s gaze softened, but it didn’t waver. I continued, turning toward him, then to Dora. “I’m not taking the throne tonight, and I’m not returning to the pack without ...