The fracture in the Coalition grew alarmingly fast.
Just one month after the first packs left, twenty more followed their example and departed. The Coalition was suddenly down to only half its original strength. Messages arrived at our gates every single day, and they were all filled with the same things: blame, anger, and fear.
"You've grown too strong and powerful. A hybrid Luna brings bad luck to everyone. You woke the ninth Primordial and endangered us all. Step down from leadership, or we're leaving too."
My heart hurt deeply with each message that came. We had built this Coalition together with so much effort and sacrifice. We built it for freedom and equality. Now it was breaking apart, and I couldn't help but feel it was all because of me, because of what I was.
Ezra held me close every night, trying to comfort me. "Don't blame yourself for this," he said firmly. "Change scares people. It always has throughout history."
