#Chapter 207: The Right to Safety

Olivia Dawn painted the sky with hues of pinks and oranges as we approached the Council building, its towering gray stone walls adorned with banners that fluttered in the early morning breeze. The square outside the building, typically a tranquil space, was alive with an electric tension. Conversations, animated gestures, and whispers painted the scene with an atmosphere of anticipation. The crowd’s sheer volume was unprecedented. There had been a sea of supporters before when we held the first meeting at the villa, but there were even more now. Faces, young and old, from various walks of life and lineages, all had gathered. Some stared in curiosity, while others whispered among themselves, eyes darting to us and then back to their circles. I could feel my heart racing, the enormity of the situation weighing heavily on me. Nathan, sensing my discomfort, wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me close. “We knew this wouldn’t be easy," he whispered, his warm br