The cool autumn air carried the scent of rotting leaves and damp earth from the Moonridge valleys into the chamber.
Around the heavy oak table sat only Selene's most trusted circle: Vane occupied one end of the table, still pale from his time in Venomwood. He turned the XVII restraint band over in his hand, studying it as if the metal might finally give up its secret.
Mira brushed her graying hair from her face and adjusted her sitting position again, as she sorted through her medical notes. Kael occupied the opposite end of the table; his gray eyes tracking every movement in the room with sharp intensity. The room was silent but their thoughts weren't. The Shadow Council was ready when Selene entered. Her dark cloak swept the floor behind her.
She did not take her seat. She stepped fo
