The chamber seemed to hold its breath.
Torin struck his staff once more. “This council agrees to hunt the beast as a unified coalition. The DarkBreeds will be watched, not attacked, until proof is undeniable.”
Some nodded. Others frowned. But no one openly objected.
Clay sat slowly, his expression controlled, but I could feel the tension thrumming through the bond. He was not finished with this. Not even close.
As the meeting moved on, strategies discussed and borders mapped, my thoughts remained fixed on one thing.
If Clay were wrong, war would consume us.
And if he was right, then the beast was only the beginning.
Either way, Silvercrest stood on the edge of something far darker than any of them were ready to face.
And I feared, deeply, that when the truth finally revealed itself
