CIARAN
Two nights ago, King Rhidian of the Sirens had opened a swirling portal window that flickered with iridescent hues, illuminating my cabin momentarily.
My instinctive reaction had been to terminate the connection before he had even completed his first sentence, a reflex born from years of built-up tension between our two races.
Encounters between our kind were a rarity, regularly restricted to the formalities of ambassadors, not the rulers themselves.
I was not just any ruler, I was a wolf and a leader who had relentlessly spent the past decade reminding him, in various indirect ways, that the vast ocean did not cater to the whims of wolves.
"I have something significant to discuss with you. "Face to face," he had urged, his black hair catching the glint of the portal light.
