Madison twirled the dagger between her fingers in boredom. She was sitting in her usual seat on the council, listening to some complaint from a shape shifter of some sort. She didn’t really care because she knew she’d have to agree with whatever the others decided. There was an unwritten hierarchy on the council, and Madison was at the bottom. Despite this, she was above everyone not on the council, which was helpful in getting her way outside of this chamber.
“Boring complaints today,” Rune whispered, leaning over to Madison. “I miss the days of war and bloodshed.”
“I’m still sure we can find some,” Madison muttered.
Rune laughed under her breath. “No doubt. You see war more than anyone when you go home to your mate.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Madison remarked stoically. “Cillian wan
