#Chapter 113: Council

Evelyn The council room buzzed with tension as I took my seat, my hands clenched in my lap. Ever since the murder, my muscles had been coiled tight. I was so stressed and angry that every exhale felt like the breath of a dragon, fiery and poised to hurt. The air was buzzing as the chaos from outside bled into the palace and through the room. Whispers from the streets below had already reached even the thick stone walls. So many people were speculating about what had happened and why. And that’s why the council had been called by my father: to find out just that. At the head of the room, the Alpha King called the meeting to order, his voice steady but grim. All eyes swiveled to him, where he stood, proud and stoic despite all that had happened. “Obviously, the events in the town square today did not play out as expected,” he began. “None of us could have predicted a vigilante assassin would take the royal execution into their own hands. Frankly, what occurred was unac