The war room had never held this many significant people simultaneously.
Vael and Aldric on the same side of the table was its own particular tension — two people from the same organization who had been operating on different sides of its internal fault lines for longer than most wolves lived, now sitting three feet apart with the specific careful distance of people who had complicated history and were choosing, for the moment, to table it.
Seren was at the door.
She'd looked at Aldric when we came in with the specific expression she reserved for things that required significant processing before she could respond to them appropriately, and had positioned herself at the door with her arms folded and her attention absolute and her opinions, for once, entirely internal.
I sat across from
