#Chapter 95: The Five Founders

Ava I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as Chris scoffed loudly, shaking his head. My gaze flitted nervously between him and the gathered Elders standing before us in the dimly lit meeting hall. An emergency council meeting had, of course, been called just moments after we had discovered the sacred moonstone to be missing. And the Elders were downright furious. “Let’s not forget that it’s just a rock,” Chris said flippantly, waving one hand in dismissal. “If she stole it, then that’s on her.” The Elders all visibly bristled at his casual attitude. Elder Degas’s eyes narrowed into uncharacteristic slits, his bushy gray eyebrows furrowing over them. “The moonstone is far more than just a ‘rock’, Alpha,” he growled, rapping his cane on the floor in a way that made all of us jump—so startling for the usually jovial Elder. “It is a sacred relic, imbued with profound power and meaning. Forgive me, Alpha, but you must know the truth.” “Degas