STORMVEIL KEEP — THE SOVEREIGN'S COUNCIL HALL
Months ago, Drakenfell had called a war summit. The packs met at a mutual camp with tents. This time, five packs had sounded the alarm. Any emergency council called by three or more packs convened at Stormveil Keep.
Stormveil Keep was old enough to have opinions. One of the oldest fortresses on the continent outside Drakenfell. Inside it, Sovereign's Council Hall was less a chamber and more a small stadium with a round table in the middle and pack crests carved into every headrest. The seating climbed the curved walls in stone tiers, cut right out of the rock, like a coliseum built for politics instead of combat.
Tiberon Drakenfell entered and the hall adjusted.
Conversations lowered by a register. Heads turned. Alphas already seated straightened their spines by involuntary degrees.
