POV Amethyst Walker
The air in the Diamond Moon’s grand council chamber was thick, but not with the oily, suffocating residue of the Void. Instead, it was heavy with the weight of history and the electric hum of thirteen Alphas and the eight High Elders finally occupying the same space.
I sat at the head of the massive mahogany table, Jackson’s hand a grounding presence on my thigh beneath the wood. To see the Elders—Maeve Johnson, Tala Vilkas, Ylva Louve, Ashina Farkaha, Torvin Casteel, Bran Cornick, Remus Worgen, and Cayden Amarok—all in one room was like stepping into the ancient scrolls I had spent weeks studying. They were the keepers of the old laws, the ones who had survived the collapse ninety years ago and lived to see the Royal Bloodline return.
"The North is waking up," Elder
