Chapter 82: The Undermining Plot

The smell of smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of blood and sweat. I could still hear the distant echo of the explosion in my ears as I sat up in bed, wincing at the pain that flared through my side.

The healers had done their best, but even their magic couldn't erase the damage done by a point-blank shot.

Maxim stood by the window, his silhouette stiff with tension. He hadn’t said much since the explosion. None of us had.

The main house was in ruins, along with much of our supplies and critical plans.

The damage was done—and it was clear that someone wanted to ensure I would never lead again.

I tried to push the dark thoughts away, but they clung to me like the thick bandages wrapped around my ribs.

Every move I made was a reminder that my position as Luna was hanging by a thread.

"They're losing faith in you," Maxim finally said, his voice low and grim.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my tone steady. "Who?"

"Everyone," he replied, turning to face me. His eye