The following morning brought with it a renewed sense of urgency as Vera, Zach, Max, and Donovan gathered around the kitchen table, their expressions grim. The letter from the Council lay open before them, a stark reminder of the challenge they faced.
“Setting a meeting with the Council is a start,” Zach said, leaning forward, his fingers tapping the table anxiously. “But we need more than just words. They are vicious and won’t hesitate to take extreme measures if they feel threatened.”
Max nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. “They want proof—strong proof. They’ll want to see that our twins pose no danger. What we need is a vision, something concrete to show them.”
“A vision?” Vera echoed, her mind racing. “Do we even know anyone who can do that?”
Donovan scratched his chin tho
