Chapter Fifteen
The dining room was raucous. Not surprising since it was filled with two dozen shifters. Thankfully, they were all clothed for the evening meal.
There was a hierarchy to this culture. The youngest Balam sat at the foot of the long table, with the older males sitting closer to the top. Women were at the top. Skully and Skye sat at the head of the table in chairs next to each other.
It wasn’t that Balam were a matriarchal society. It was more that Skye and Skully were the oldest Balam and the strongest. The two had at one point conquered and ruled much of the Mayan world. I had no doubt they could do it again. But in these times, they preferred to stay out of the politics of humanity and tend to their own issues.
I sat at the high table as a guest of honor. Diaz sat at Sk
