C286 WHO IS WORTHY FOR THE THRONE?

‎The Great Hall of the Blood-Fed Palace was cold. The air smelled of old stone and dried blood. Thousands of werewolves stood in the shadows. They did not move. They did not speak. All eyes were on the high stone chairs where the Twelve Elders sat, their faces hidden in shadow.

‎In the middle of the hall, the three brothers stood like statues. Prince One had his arms crossed, calm but deadly