***Zane***
The Elders are brought in almost immediately and I undergo the uncomfortable procedure of venom extraction for the transfer of power.
“Just breathe through your nose,” Toran instructs me as I am forced to bite down on a glass jar so that my canines protrude while an Elder squeezes the base of my jaw. Tiny droplets of dark venom spill into the jar until I produce enough to fill two vials with my venom. My jaw aches by the time I’m finished.
Tylen arrives with the pack tablet made of black stone with two wolves and a moon carved into the face of the stone. Between the two peaks of the crescent moon, is an indentation with runes along the edges leading up to the carvings.
I get a good look at Tylen, the rightful heir to the title, but he does not seem the least bit concerned
