Sera’s POV
The Council building was cold.
Not just the cold temperature…though the marble floors and stone walls certainly didn’t help…but it felt like the warmth had been deliberately stripped away, leaving only harsh lines and harder truths.
I sat on the floor outside the main hearing chambers, my back against the wall, staring at the massive symbol carved into the doors across from me.
Two wolves, mirror images of each other, their heads bowed toward a scale balanced perfectly between them. The symbol of fairness. Of justice.
It was supposed to be comforting, I thought. Supposed to remind people that the Council was impartial. Fair. That they weighed all evidence equally before passing judgment.
But staring at it now, after three days of sitting in this hallway waiting for news ab
