Chapter105: The mediator

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The silence that followed my proposal was a living entity, thick and suffocating. Across the table, Mr. Grayson's eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were attempting to decipher an ancient and cryptic script within my words. "Your Luna Queen," he began, his voice as taut as a bowstring, "while your intentions seem noble, how can we place our trust in creatures whose very nature is ruled by the moon's cycle? Werewolves are... unpredictable. The potential danger to our people cannot be understated." I kept my face impassive, though the undercurrent of fear in his tone clawed at my resolve. It was a sentiment I had encountered before-the deep-seated dread that whispered warnings of tooth and claw in the dark recesses of human minds. "Mr. Grayson," I said, my voice steady like the last leaf clinging to a branch in autumn, "I understand your reservations. But allow me to share with you the untold stories-of those from our kind who have walked amon