The morning sun sent it's rays through the windows of the High Audience Chamber.
At the center table sat Selena, wearing a tunic of Scarlet burgundy and Bloodmoon black. Stacked before her were dozens of trade petitions, border treaties, and draft accords between human merchants and wolf territorial lords.
Diego and I sat at the head of the dais, flanked by Miguel and my father.
"Read clause four again, Selena," I said.
Selena picked up the parchment from the Southern Guild and her eyes scanned the script with carefully.
"The Southern Guild requests an exemption from passage taxes for human merchants during the winter months," she stated, raising her gaze to look at the assembled council. "In exchange, they propose a fifteen percent discount on all imported textiles and agricultural
