Third Person POV
They all looked at him wondering why he's got the courage to speak to them that way. “What do you mean she will make a perfect Luna?” One of the council of elders asked
“Have you mated her yet?” Another elder asked him.
“I think this a very personal question.” Lycan Ryder responded as politely as he could.
The elders began to murmur within themselves and talked inaudibly. Lycan Ryder fed his eyes with the intricate tapestries and all the ancient carvings all around the walls.
They all sat across each other on a long polished table. The hall is a bit dark having just a little bit of the moon's reflection which is the only source of light.
The moonlight reflection sits pretty in the wall casting an eerie glow in the faces of everyone present in the room.
Lycan Ry
