C201 A MORTAL MARKED BY POWER
The council hall smelt of iron and cold stone.
Damon stood at the center, coat unfastened, crown absent. He never wore it inside these walls. Power that required reminding was already weakening.
Around him sat the elders, alphas of the outside territories, and commanders who had bled under his rule. Some observed him openly. Others avoided his sight.
That was new
