The council fell silent.
“Seers have been extinct in our world for millennia,” Galen murmured, and I nodded.
“Indeed, and yet a prophecy has been given, one with careful words and many interpretations. One that the humans have trusted and believed in, leading them to our doorstep,” I said.
One of the more aggressive council members, a bigger wolf, Tatum, laughed.
He was all about ripping things to shreds and always voted for a more violent outcome. I had no hope for more when he opened his mouth.
I was not disappointed.
“Ha!” he barked. “Let the fuckers come. We all know a seer is not to be trusted.
They serve themselves. Their prophecies will lead to their deaths. We all know it.”
Tatum cackled more, like the very fact a seer’s prediction was leading the humans was enough
