Stella stared out at the city from their vantage point, the once-vibrant streets now eerily quiet. The dark clouds overhead mirrored the mood that had settled across Harlow. William had taken control, his shadow looming over every corner, and the people were living in fear, too afraid to challenge him. But not Stella. Not now.
Bryan stood beside her, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the streets below. "So, where do we start? If we're going to take him down, we'll need more than just the two of us."
"We start with the people who still have a reason to fight," Stella said. "Finn's right—most of the council and city leaders have either been killed or are too scared to move. But there are still those out there who have something to lose, something worth protecting."
Bryan nodded. "People like us."
