The sound of fists pounding against wood echoed through the small house.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Grandma! Let me out! Let me out right now!" Chren Po's voice broke with desperation as he slammed both hands against the heavy door.
Inside the dimly lit room, the boy's face was flushed with anger and panic. He could barely contain himself. Mirean's house—he needed to reach it. He couldn't allow Agne Moon to marry anyone else, especially someone from the Thousand Tree Tribe.
From behind him, his grandmother's frail but steady voice rose, weary yet calm. "My baby, stop shouting and stay at home. Don't get in your grandfather's way."
"I won't hinder him!" Chren Po snapped back. "But Agne Moon can't marry someone else. She's mine! Only mine!"
