Whispers Before the Moon

Previously

…He pulled me closer, his arms encircling me, and for the first time since the unease had begun to creep into our lives, I felt a fragile sense of peace. But as he held me, I could feel the subtle tremor beneath his skin, the latent power that hummed within him, a constant reminder of the storm that was brewing, and the impossible choice that lay ahead. The moon, still a sliver, seemed to watch us, a silent witness to the plea for trust, and the dangerous, hopeful embrace that followed.