Chapter 379: Seeds of Doubt

**Thelma Zane’s Point of View:** I laid out my plan to everyone, and the consensus was that it was worth attempting. My father agreed, prompting us to seek an audience with the Council of Elders without delay. Though it was late into the night, the interim government building remained brightly lit, bustling with activity. Staff members moved briskly, carrying documents and materials, their efforts sustaining the government’s skeletal framework amidst the elven race’s turbulent political landscape. The elders appeared perpetually fatigued, their weariness a testament to the weight of their responsibilities. They were likely reminiscing about their youth when the elven race thrived in a golden age. Now, in their twilight years, they faced a reality where their homeland seemed to age and weaken alongside them—a harsh contrast to the past. “Good evening, Princess of the werewolves,” greeted the First Elder. “What urgent matter brings you here?” “It pertains to the possibility of appre