AUTHOR'S POV.
The elders sat in a semicircle inside the council chamber, their expressions tense. The room was large, with tall windows letting in the pale afternoon light.
They had gathered to talk about Arthur's recent failures in catching the queen's people.
Arthur had recently caught some of the queen's people but they escaped, those who couldn't die mysteriously. This angered the elders, they wanted answers.
“Arthur is incompetent,” one of the elders stated firmly. “He has failed time and time again. The Queen’s men escaped under his watch.”
Another elder leaned forward. “It wasn't his fault entirely. The Queen’s men were skilled. We all underestimated them.”
Jennifer sat with her hands folded on the table, a small self satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Excuses,” she said. “Arthur has proven himself weak. The Devil Alpha should be stronger.”
Silence fell over the room. Some of the elders nodded in agreement. Others remained calm.
“This isn't Arthur,” another said. “This
