Page 48 of Bonded to the Star-Beast

“This is unproductive,” I whisper to her. “They are arguing sentiment, not evidence. Is there no concept of forensic analysis in your tribal justice?”

Kyra looks at me, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. “Our justice is based on witness testimony and honor. Physical evidence is... less regarded.”

“That needs to change,” I mutter. I turn to Jaro. “Can you ask for permission to speak?”

He looks at me, his amber eyes filled with conflict. Trust me, I try to project through the bond.

Jaro nods to his father. “Chief Torq. Kendra wishes to address the council.”

A fresh wave of murmurs. Vex looks momentarily startled, then smirks, as if my contribution is a joke.

“Let the alien speak,” Vex says magnanimously. “Let us all hear what fantasies she has concocted to protect her new master.”

I ignore him, stepping forward. All eyes are on me. I take a steadying breath. “Kyra, I will need you to translate. Precisely.”

Kyra nods, her expression serious.

“Elders. Chief Torq,” I begin, my voice clear and measured. “Vex claims this is a matter of Jaro's word against his. That is incorrect. The matter can be resolved with data.” I hold up my datapad. “I have evidence from the shrine on Kul-Vasha. Evidence that proves the nature of the heart-bond has been misunderstood for generations.”

I project the images onto the smooth stone wall behind the council. The pictograms of ancient, bonded pairs. The symbols for shared leadership.

“The historical record is clear,” I state, with Kyra translating my words, her voice gaining confidence with every sentence. “The heart-bond was never a curse of possession. It was a blessing of partnership. The carvings show bonded pairs leading together, hunting together, and ruling together. As equals.”

I switch the projection to my astronomical calculations. “These markings align with celestial events. This demonstrates a sophisticated understanding of science, not just myth. Your ancestors were scientists as well as warriors.”

Neema, the healer, leans forward, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Some of the other elders look intrigued, their skepticism warring with the evidence before them.

“Furthermore,” I continue, turning my attention to our recent attack. “The captured warriors' weapons can be analyzed. The energy signatures of their plasma discharges can be matched to the impact sites on the rocks. The trajectory analysis will prove they fired from above, from ambush positions, before Jaro even shifted.”

Vex's smirk falters. “This is alien trickery. Lights and shadows. She manipulates our history.”

“It is not trickery,” I say firmly. “It is science. And it is a tool we can use.” I look directly at Neema. “I have also identified a botanical compound from a root found only on the highest slopes of Kul-Vasha.” I project a molecular model. “Preliminary analysis suggests it functions as a neuro-inhibitor. It appears to soothe the more volatile aspects of the shifter's territorial aggression without impairing cognitive function. It can help stabilize the bond's more... unpredictable side effects.”

A hush falls over the chamber. A practical, tangible benefit. A cure for the “sickness” they all fear. Even Vex seems momentarily speechless.

It is Jaro who breaks the silence. He steps forward, but he is not looking at the council. He is looking at me. His eyes are filled with a dawning awe, a profound understanding that makes my own heart-bond mark pulse with warmth.

“She is right,” he says, his voice ringing with a new clarity. “All of it.” He turns to the council. “I have been a fool. My fear of this bond, of the vulnerability it represents, made me weak. I tried to control it. I tried to possess her, to force our connection into the shape of our current traditions.” He looks back at me, his gaze raw and honest. “I was wrong. The claiming ceremony... it was a violation of the very spirit of the bond. I apologize, Kendra. Before my tribe, I apologize.”

I can only nod, my throat tight with emotion.

“True strength is not ownership,” Jaro continues, his voice resonating with newfound authority. “It is partnership. Kendra's knowledge, her perspective... it does not weaken our tribe. It makes us stronger. If we are to survive, if we are to evolve, we must learn to integrate new knowledge. We must learn to trust what we do not yet understand.”

Vex, seeing his traditionalist power base crumbling under the weight of Jaro's epiphany and my evidence, becomes desperate. His face twists into a snarl of pure hatred.

“He is unfit!” Vex roars, pointing a finger at Jaro. “His mind is poisoned by her. He speaks of partnership with an outsider as our ancestors fell to their knees before the Sky-Beasts! He would abandon our ways, the ways that have kept us strong for generations!” He turns to Chief Torq, his voice dripping with venomous piety. “I invoke the Old Law. The Rite of Challenge. A fight to the death. Let the spirits of our ancestors judge who is fit to lead this tribe!”

The chamber explodes in sound. A fight to the death has not been invoked in three generations. It is the most sacred, most dangerous ritual.

Chief Torq rises slowly, his face grim. He looks from Vex's triumphant sneer to Jaro's resolute expression. As chief, he is bound by tradition. He has no choice.

“The challenge is invoked,” Torq declares, his voice heavy. “It will take place in the Cave of Awakening at the next full moon.”

The days leading up to the challenge are a blur of tense preparation. Jaro's dwelling becomes a command center. He, Kyra, and I work tirelessly, surrounded by ancient scrolls and my glowing datapads. We are no longer just fighting a political battle; we are architecting a revolution.

“The problem is the framework itself,” I explain one evening, pointing to a diagram I've sketched out. “Your culture sees thebond as an absolute. A binary state. Either you are possessed, or you are separate. There is no room for nuance.”

“The ancient texts speak of 'convergent will',” Kyra says, looking up from a fragile scroll. “They knew it was not about domination. It was about alignment.”

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