The Witch's Price

Gaelen's POV

The heavy oak doors of the ancient chamber do little to block the stifling tension inside. We are three grueling hours into this international council meeting, and the stale air smells of polished wood, old parchment, and stubborn arrogance.

"So she had powers before her wolf woke up?" Ancient Victor’s gravelly voice cuts through the quiet. He squints across the massive round table