Dylan’s POV
I received the message from the messenger duly with my tattered hair and clothing. I looked depressed and detached since they took Muna.
I made my walk to the meeting room, meeting Devin on the way. I turned away from him, walking into the room that sounded like the buzzing of bees.
Uncle Carlos stood at his normal position, behind our seats, with his hands behind him.
The buzzing stopped when they saw the both of us step into the room.
Elder Lancelot cleared his clothes when we both sat down. It was obvious what they discussed was serious, as this was the first time I’d seen them disorganized.
“I don’t have to go through any corners to let you in on what our judgement would be for our former Luna,” he said in the most calm tone I had seen him denote.
“You should be fas
