ERON
Okay, so here's the thing about werewolf politics: it's basically high school but with actual teeth. And claws. And centuries-old grudges that make teenage drama look like a freaking pillow fight.
The Council of Elders wanted to "meet" us. Yeah, right. Like this was some cute little get-together and not them trying to figure out if they should bow to us or banish us. Whatever. We'd faced down the actual Abyss and vanguards from two of the most powerful realms, but sure, let's worry about what a bunch of old wolves think.
"Your tie is crooked," Lady Meridienne said, reaching over to adjust it for approximately the five hundredth time. She'd been my mentor since infancy, this elegant Seelie Court lady with silver-white hair and eyes that had literally seen empires rise and fall, and
