KAEL The chamber felt like a tomb, heavy with the scent of burning sage and ancient stone. Flickering torchlight danced across the walls, casting long shadows. It was just us; me, Arlo standing shoulder to shoulder as always, our fathers Dimitri and Cassius, and the high seer, Elowen. No guards, no elders, no prying eyes from the council. This was sacred ground, deep in the heart of Moonfall's sanctum, where prophecies were whispered and fates sealed. Camile wasn’t here too.That alone made my jaw tighten.I looked at our fathers and both were wearing identical expressions of stern restraint, the kind they put on when they were trying not to remind us that they still saw us as boys who’d taken the crowns way too early.Elowen stood barefoot at the center of the circle, grey hair braided down her back, white paint tracing ancient symbols along her face, arms and throat. She began to chant, low rhythmic words in the old tongue rolled from her lips, pulling at the edges of my wolf's
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