Cassandra's POVThe elders' hall was older than any room I had been in since I arrived here.You could feel it. In the weight of the air and the thickness of the stone and the way the torches on the walls threw shadows that moved like things with intent. The curved table at the front sat five elders and above them, carved into the stone of the arch, were words in a language I had no name for.I stood at the centre of the room.Sebastian stood to my right, slightly behind me. Not beside me. Not in front. Behind, which I understood, after weeks in this world, was the position a wolf takes when they are guarding something.Kael stood at the far side of the room near the door. Easy. Relaxed. Smiling at nothing in particular. I did not look at him longer than once.Claire entered last. She was dressed carefully, which I noticed because everything about Claire was intentional and the effort she had put into this morning was a kind of statement. She looked at me across the hall and the look
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