Moon's Trial: A Romance of Survival in Blace
They called her Moon—a name that raised eyebrows and invited questions she preferred not to answer. With empty pockets and an emptier stomach, she wandered until she reached the borders of Blace, a country she'd only heard whispered about in taverns. But timing had never been her strong suit. The nation was at war, desperately recruiting anyone who could hold a weapon.
The military's offer seemed simple enough: three meals a day, a roof overhead, and a bed to call her own. In exchange, she'd wear their uniform. Moon should have known better—nothing comes that cheap. Now she had a year or less to transform from a street-smart survivor into a soldier, under the watchful eye of Lieutenant Harrington.
The Lieutenant was a man carved from winter itself, with ice in his veins and frost in his voice. He had no patience for weakness—or as he called them, "chickens"—and Moon quickly learned that his training methods matched his reputation. As she fumbled with her rifle and struggled through combat drills, one thought kept haunting her: in choosing a way to survive, she might have just signed her own death warrant.
