The dawn painted New Haven in shades of amber and rose, but the usual peace of a new day felt hollow, as if the town was holding its breath. George, Raven, Lucy, Jackie, and Stephanie stood together in the square, each still feeling the chill left by Lady Elara's parting words. New Haven's people slowly gathered around them, their faces reflecting a mixture of fear, awe, and determination.
George looked over the crowd, his expression serious but resolute. He'd felt that pull toward despair last night, that creeping sense of dread that threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed it down. Right now, he needed to be the leader they looked up to, the protector who'd keep them safe.
