Logan
The moment I arrive, I know something is very wrong.
The whole council hall is loud. Too loud.
I don't step out.
I don't announce myself.
I stay hidden in the small room that leads straight into the council hall—a secret passage built by my ancestors for moments like this.
I lean against the wall and listen.
Then I move closer.
The stone here is thinner. Designed that way. A narrow slit runs along the edge of the wall, almost invisible unless you know it's there. From the hall, it looks like nothing. Just another shadow between pillars.
From this side, it gives me everything.
I peer through it, careful, controlled—peeping into the council chamber without a single sound.
Shouting crashes into shouting. Voices hit each other like stones. The room is split into two sides, standing face to face like they want to fight with teeth and claws instead of words.
Chaos.
Pure chaos.
And right there—
like poison sitting pretty in a golden cup—
is my half brother.
Nathan.
