The room went silent. Everyone was now looking at me. Even though I whispered my answer, the werewolves have super-sensitive hearing, no sound will escape them. Hell, they could also probably hear my thundering heartbeat. I didn't meet anyone's eyes, instead turning my head to look at the King who had already diverted his attention to me.
"That war was a long time ago." A lord spoke.
"But the witches are from the barren lands." A voice spoke up, and I was surprised to realize that it was my own. Where was this confidence coming from?
I held my gaze with the King. His eyes were stormy, a deep amber. I could not tell what he was thinking, I never did. But, I knew that he was taking my opinion seriously. Something that I never thought he would do. He was the King, after all, it was his
