Chapter 22
The throne wasn’t physical; it hadn’t been for nearly 200 years. There had been a chair, once, his father had said: massive, so heavy that it took four of the strongest Shifters just to move it around. But it had been lost in a fire and no one had ever bothered to make a new one since.
Now, Korrin just sat in a tent on a raised pedestal. He hadn’t wanted even that much, but Ruslo had insisted. Now, he was glad he had.
He looked down on the Council: Olovina, Durriken, Pipindorio, Stochelo, and Terrangi. They took their names from old Romani namesakes, perfect for their positions of power. Korrin wasn’t even sure if their names were their given birth names, but it didn’t matter now.
Olovina was their leader, though not in name. She was the oldest, the smartest, and the
