KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The moon hung like a sentinel in the night sky, its silver glow seeping through the gauzy curtains of our private chambers. I leaned against the cool stone of the windowsill, my eyes not on the celestial body that governed our kind, but on Jason. He stood before a sprawling map littered with markers and notes, his brow creased in concentration.

"Kelly," he said without turning, his voice carrying the weight of impending darkness, "the council must be convened swiftly. The ...