ArselPeace began with a table that was too small.Three weeks after the battle, we gathered in Crescent’s old council chamber.The building had barely survived the hunters’ attack. Mother insisted on repairing it before receiving the delegates, but Elaine refused.“Let them see what the war left behind,” my mate said. “I don’t want them signing an agreement inside a room so perfect they can pretend none of this ever happened.”She was right.So we placed a long table over a floor still marked by ash.On one side sat the supernatural representatives: Alphas from the northern and southern packs, vampire leaders, coven delegates, Amelie’s fairies, lesser shifters, and two elders who spoke for the creatures of the forest.On the other side sat the humans.And not all of them were politicians.Elaine
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