[NOUR]
The werewolf king was leading the meeting in the throne room.
The Acrod council meeting began way too early. At dawn, when most of the people in Acrod were asleep. The councilmen had arrived looking so worn out and stressed.
Grant looked like shit.
It was as if he had suffered through everything all at once, and he didn't even have the slightest reprieve for it.
He didn't seem to have slept because even at this moment, in this dawn, he was holding on to his best friend's shirt, the only reminder of what had happened or his friend.
He hated this.
Everything about the situation and the enforcer looked broken.
Lord Lucius and Protector Zaire had come early to the meeting, too, though unlike everyone else who seemed to have a personal connection with the fallen warrior, they didn't.
If anything, they were just here because they were part of the council and wanted to understand how an excellent junior warrior like Delbert Cornell had ended up dead.
