Kane’s POV
The council had called for a meeting in the war room about the battle. When I entered, the silence pressed on me, heavy with loss. Maps covered the long oak table, candles were burning low and the air carried the smell of blood and smoke from the battlefield.
Zack was already there, standing stiff by the map table, his arms were folded tight across his chest. Lucas leaned back in his chair, looking too calm for someone who had just cut down a dozen rogues. His smirk was there but his eyes gave him away, they were sharp, watchful and already calculating.
At the far end of the table sat the Council. They were five elders, dressed in dark robes, their eyes were like blades. Their presence made the room colder.
I didn’t waste time. “That wasn’t a random rogue attack,” I said. “T
