The war council table had been repurposed again.
Not for wedding plans this time. For battle. The battle over transformation. It was surely inevitable. Not everyone had fully supported the transformation agenda. Surprisingly one of the princes had decided to stand against it.
Seren sat at one end; the ancient manuscript spread before her. Bryn stood at her shoulder, ready to present the research. Aeron and Theron flanked the table. Lady Sera had come from the east. Elowen had remained, her arms crossed, watching.
Kael stood at the opposite end. Alone.
"I oppose the Pack Magic Program," he said.
The room went silent.
Seren had known this was coming. She had felt it through the bond—the tension building, the arguments circling in his head. But hearing him say it aloud was different.
"Why?" she asked.
