The council chamber of the Woodland Territory had not been used this formally in months, they had not exactly had a reason to call for a meeting as serious as this between council members and Alpha.
They had only been gathering for announcements or little celebrations carried out by the royal family.
It was a wide circular hall carved from stone, banners of past Alphas hanging along the curved walls, each bearing the crest of their reign.
A long oval table stood at the center, polished from years of use, surrounded by high-backed chairs reserved only for the council elders, the Alpha’s bloodline, and appointed advisors.
Arthur stood at the head of the table. He had not taken his seat.
That alone told everyone in the room that this would not be a gentle conversation.
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