The courtyard, which had only just calmed from chaos, now filled with another kind of noise.
Confusion.
A middle aged vampire with torn sleeves stood up slowly from his kneeling position, still pale from earlier madness. He looked at Cain with furrowed brows and asked, "If what you say is true, why do you need us? Why not report directly to the elders? They command the family. They would act faster."
Another noble added, "Yes. You have already proven your strength. If you tell the elders that a seer warned you, they will at least investigate."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the gathered Moonshade members.
Cain did not show irritation. He had expected this.
"I need support," he said calmly. "And there is no time."
He stepped forward slightly, his voice gaining weight.
"The faster we gather strength, the better our chances. If we wait for formal meetings, discussions, doubt, and pride to slow us down, then we lose precious hours."
