#Chapter 53: Equality & History

Grace “Are you sure about this?” I asked for at least the fourth time. We were at my father's old office at Mooncrest City Hall the following day. Eason had suggested it instead of the police station to solidify my position or something like that. I had stopped off at the police station earlier and was pleasantly surprised to find that the number of people who had been incarcerated for assaulting minors had more or less matched the numbers that Aaron and Silas had given me. “Yes,” Charles said, stopping me from pacing some more. Our eyes locked and made my heart flutter. “You’ll be fine.” I nodded, trying to hold his unwavering confidence like it was my own. Then, I headed downstairs to where the platform was. I felt his presence lingering just inside the building as I went outside to the wall of flashing lights to make my speech. “Last night, I learned something new about Mooncrest,” I said. “That we’re as hateful and prejudiced as the worst werewolves, as cowardly, an