The following day, one major change had been made to the welcoming hall. The room had previously been without any furniture at all, but now in the direct centre of the room was one long table, with eight chairs for eight leaders.
Elara was on one head of the table, I was on the other. The table itself was made of darkwood, the favourite building material of every witch. It conducted magic far more easily than spruce or oak, and it gave them a nice mysterious looking interior. The twelve constellations of the zodiac signs were carved into the table, which the werewolf king, who was seated directly to my right, was happily tracing with his finger.
Elara was not the only person here to represent the witches. Two other coven leaders had shown up to her call. They sat directly to Elara’s le
