The summons came at dawn.
Sasha was running through the forest with Rhys when Maya found them, breathless and pale.
"The council reached a decision." She grabbed Sasha's arm. "They want you there. Now."
Sasha's heart stopped. "What kind of decision?"
"I don't know. My grandmother wouldn't say." Maya's grip tightened. "But the Devereaux are there. Marcus Donovan is there. All the faction leaders. This is it."
Rhys was already moving. "We need to go. Now."
They ran.
The council chamber was packed.
Every faction had sent representatives. Witches in ceremonial robes. Vampires in ancient finery. Werewolves in leather and defiance. They lined the walls, filled the benches, crowded every corner.
At the center table sat the leaders.
Elder Okonkwo. Marcus Donovan. And a new face—a vampire
