Leah
The morning session was held shortly after breakfast in the council chamber.
It was a wide, circular space with tiered stone seating arranged around a central floor. The architecture reminded me of an amphitheater, designed so that every person in the room could see and be heard by every other person. Banners hung from the upper walls. The lycan crest dominated the space behind the raised seats where Darien and I sat.
The alphas filed in with less formality than the banquet. Gone were the polished smiles and the careful compliments. This was business. Jackets were unbuttoned. Sleeves were rolled. The air carried the sharp undercurrent of people who'd spent the night thinking about what they wanted to say and were now ready to say it.
Cain stood behind Darien's chair like a mountai
