Grant POV
I was summoned to the private meeting area reserved for visitors of utmost importance, my father sliding the door shut and motioning for me to take a seat. To my surprise Maxwell and Stella were sitting at the large round table, their heads bowed, grim expressions on their faces. An elder was situated between them, his eyes narrowed, his hands folded in front of them. This must be the representative from the council, but I had imagined there would have been more than one. At least two or more was the norm. Where was the rest? Or had they simply decided that one was all that was necessary?
“Sit down Grant,” my father said wearily, and I sat, opposite him and my mother, the council member inclining his head respectfully towards me.
“I am Elder Jason,” he said gravely, rubbing h
