The cave of council was nothing like the rest of the tribe's dwellings. It was colder and older. Eleven thrones curved around a massive stone table carved directly from the mountain itself, its surface marked with ancient lines that glowed faintly, as if they were still alive. Five thrones stood on one side, six on the other, and above them all, slightly raised and set apart, was a larger throne made of pale silver stone… empty but impossible to ignore.
For the prime lord of course!
The air shifted as the last of the beast lords took their seats, their presence alone enough to make the space feel crowded with power. The Lord of War, Nicholas, leaned back on his throne with one leg stretched lazily, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his mood. he didn't like the sudden meetings.
Damon sat two seats away, his golden eyes dull with something that looked like irritation but ran much deeper.
