[Third Person].
Conversely, the Council of Elders had assembled in secrecy. The summons had not come from the King, and that alone made the gathering seem suspicious.
In a dim private chamber within the Council's chamber, a handful of Elders gathered in low voices. Two Alphas stood among them, their cloaks drawn, and their expressions tight.
An Elder with a number of grey hairs on his head was the first to speak. "We all saw it."
A heavy silence followed, then another muttered, "She moved those steel without touching it. That was not wolf strength."
An Alpha crossed his arms. "Obviously, it was fae magic."
The word itself felt dangerous in the air. Then another elder exhaled slowly.
"We cannot pretend this is a small matter. Stormveil has never been ruled by anything other than full-blooded werewolves."
"She saved your life," one of the younger Alphas snapped quietly.
"And I am grateful," the elder replied sharply. "But gratitude does not erase precedent."
