Chapter 67 - Midnight of Losses

Aryana's concern grew as the sun descended below the horizon, bathing the realm in a cozy orange hue. It was getting close to midnight, and Veloria had not been seen since the execution. The long day had dragged Aryana down like a thick robe, and the air was cold. As the dying rays of the day dwindled, she stood at her chamber window, her mind racing. Even at the most trying moments, Veloria had always been there for her, particularly when they met in secret with their sisterhood, the Moonveiled Claws. One of those nights was tonight, when the sisters would get together in the dark. Aryana's heart ripped for her lost friend, but she knew she should be getting ready for the meeting. Aryana feared the worst as Veloria had not been seen since her sister's execution. “I have to leave," Aryana whispered to herself. Veloria and the sisters may be present. They would be the only place where Veloria would feel safe. Determined, she drew the hood up over her head and pulled on her dark