Third-Person POV — Council Chambers
The Council chamber felt colder at night.
The high windows that usually let in daylight were dark now. The ancient oak table looked darker, older in the lamplight. The names carved into the stone pillars cast long shadows.
Tonight, all twelve seats were filled.
Elder Moira sat at the head of the table, her silver hair pulled back tight. At seventy-three, when she spoke, people listened.
“We need to talk about something that can’t wait,” she began. Her voice was clear and strong. “And we need to be careful about who hears this.”
Alpha Rowan wasn’t there. That was on purpose. They couldn’t talk about this with him in the room.
Councilman Thorne sat near her, his face serious. “We’ve been holding Selina Ray for three days now. Councilwoman Reeves and
