The Hunter's Moon

Aurelia's patience wore thin as Rhazien toyed with her, teasing her with the dagger. A flicker of irritation crossed her features, but she held back the urge to snatch it from him, determined to maintain her composure. He pulled it just out of her reach, a sly grin spreading across his face as he enjoyed her frustration. But when he finally offered it to her again, she snatched it up without hesitation. The cool metal of the blade sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she reveled in the familiar weight in her paw. It was as if the missing piece of her had been restored, grounding her in a way that nothing else could.

His words, however, cut through her satisfaction like a razor-sharp blade slicing through silk. The revelation of Sephiran's plan and the impending conflict sent a chill down her spine, spreading icy tendrils throughout her body. She had known that their group's intentions were not entirely peaceful- far from it, really. But the thought of plunging into war so soon unsettled her to her core. She met Rhazien's gaze, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits as she processed his words. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm but tinged with suspicion. She could sense an undercurrent of hidden motives in his disclosure, or perhaps it was simply his desire to hold power over such sensitive information. Either way, she knew she needed to tread carefully around him - like walking on thin ice, unsure of when it may crack beneath her feet.

"Aurelia Veratti"