Marcus approached, looking more serious than usual.
"We've got a situation. Council meeting in ten minutes."
I sighed. "There's always a situation."
"Welcome to leadership," Marcus said dryly.
"It's all situations, all the time."
He wasn't wrong.
The war room was packed.
Garrett, Marcus, Liana, Helena, Thea, Erica, and, surprisingly, Aldric. The former—or was he still current?—Lycan King had made himself useful over the past week, and people were slowly starting to trust him.
Very slowly.
"What's the emergency?" I asked, taking my seat at the head of the table.
Thea stood, looking troubled. "I've been doing divination work.
Tracking Seraphine's movements since the battle."
"And?"
"She's gone to ground completely. No magical signature, no communication with remaining Cult c
