POV: Luna
The Council chambers are in the oldest part of Silverwood Academy.
Deep underground. Behind wards that make my mark tingle with recognition.
Ancient magic. Powerful magic.
A guard escorts me down stone corridors lit by magical torches.
My footsteps echo. Every sound amplified by nerves.
We reach massive wooden doors. Carved with symbols I don't recognize.
The guard knocks three times.
"Enter," a voice commands from within.
The doors swing open.
I step into the chamber and freeze.
It's massive. Circular. With high ceilings that disappear into shadow.
Ancient tapestries line the walls. Showing pack history. Battles. Treaties. Executions.
That last one doesn't help my anxiety.
At the far end, seated in a semicircle, are the Council members.
Seven of them. Representing
