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"Tormund, what is your idiot son doing bringing someone here?" Lyralei's eyes snapped to one of the older men in the circle. Elder. She could tell by his age and the way he carried himself with authority even now. He was tall and broad-shouldered with greying brown hair and a scar that ran from his left eye down to his jaw. Tormund. The name rang a bell in her memory but she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. The elder stepped forward from the circle with his hands clasped in front of him. He bowed slightly toward Davros and when he spoke his voice was tight with barely suppressed fear and anger.

he said, and I nodded, allowing him to stand up again. Galabriel nodded, and then we continued down the aisle to the following cloaked figure. This time, it was Elder Ivansaar... He, too, removed his hood and knelt before me, "My Queen..." he said the exact words, and I made the same acknowledging gesture, and he stood up. One by one, the elders removed their hoods and acknowledged me... Snael, Aerin, Ivansaar, Elrond... even Aegnor, Elder Audon´s friend and follower, all called me "My Queen..." even when he did it with less conviction than the others.

Valkyra sat like a queen already wearing a crown. Cassius leaned back lazily, like this was all entertainment to him. They hated me. And without Zane… They could destroy me. I forced my feet forward anyway. I would not beg. I would not break. I didn’t do it and I should hold my head high. A tall elder with silver hair stood. “I am Elder Silas,” he said. “State your name.” My throat felt dry. “Naya Rowenfall,” I said. His gaze cut through me.

"Who are you?" The foreman beside her stammered. "What are you?" A voice from the crowd shouted, "A god! He's a god among men!" I shook my head. "No," I said quietly. "I'm no god. I'm a man, like you all." They stared, waiting for an introduction. "My name is Ala—" I stopped. No. Not Alaric Thorn. That name belonged to a ghost buried four hundred years ago. "…Alen," I finished softly.

Hunter asked. I looked at Hunter, and was in awe that he was into this. "Yes, from each part of this world," she replied. "Woah," Hunter gasped, "That's amazing," his eyes lit up a bit, "But, aren't those elders only a myth?" "Nope," Salem responded, "Vorras of the north, the lord of sphynx; Anatolis of the east, the lady of witches; Dysis of the west, the count of vampires, and Notos of the south, king of wolves. They are our elders that shouldn't be forgotten."

I replied, meeting the fool's gaze as I studied his weathered countenance, anger and excitement brewing in my chest. “What's your name?” I quipped, an air of nonchalance in my voice. “Jeremiah Kilemont, the esteemed rank one Elder,” he huffed in response. “Ah, the eldest of the bunch,” I remarked with a hint of sarcasm. “I was at your coronation yesterday when you forced us to name you Alpha, a title you do not deserve,” Wow, he sure has a lot to say. I couldn't help but chuckle when the crowd echoed a resounding “yes.”

I was often the one who needed babysitting, even in my teens. Now look at me, trying to keep a two-year-old boy entertained while his mother meets with the Council of Elders–our parliament, essentially. Elders are voted in by the Alphas of the large territories, like the Roguelands, Tarsian, the Deadlands, and even Emberfyll, acting as liaisons for the Alpha Kings and lesser Alphas of those massive kingdoms while my grandmother rules over all of them. Those elders live here in Moonrise now, ensuring our king and queen continue to have their kingdoms' best interests in mind.

he added, his voice filled with gentle concern. "Thank you, Claud," I smiled, gratefully accepting the berries and quietly munching on them as we awaited the elders. The simple act of eating brought a small comfort amidst the chaos. As I finished the last of the blueberries, a hush fell over the camp. The air grew thick with anticipation, signalling the arrival of the elders. I stood beside Claudio and Aunt Agatha, feeling the weight of the moment. Emerging from the shadows, the elders made their entrance. Leading the group was King Nicholas of the Vampire Empire, his presence commanding and regal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the area with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere. Was he always this cocky? Dear goddess, Emberlynn mulled over. "Alpha," The elder who had spoken earlier said. She didn't know his name, and in all the Elders that had appeared, he looked the most respectable and feared. She saw the members of the packs creating a clearing as he stepped forward slowly, leaning on his cane. The strange feeling was coming from him, Emberlynn realized. As he drew closer, the more she felt it. "Come," a voice whispered in her head. Emberlynn snapped her head around, looking from Damien to the elder.