King Vaughn has had a nagging feeling in the back of his head; it started halfway through the trial, but he can’t wrap his head around it.
“Dad, what is wrong?” Quinlan asks, knowing his Father is trying to piece something together.
“I'm not sure; it's something I just can’t grasp yet. Perhaps, after we discuss this matter or after a good night’s sleep, I will understand what my mind is trying to tell me.” King Vaughn answers his Son.
King Vaughn sits down at the head of the table in the meeting room. Every Elder quickly finds a seat because they are curious about their King’s thoughts on this trial; it is the first of its kind, after all.
“Elders, you have asked me over the years to re-think our trials. I never felt the need to make a change because I felt that no Alpha would consider
