KAEL POINT OF VIEW

The council chamber smelled faintly of burning cedarwood and old parchment.

Morning light filtered through the tall, narrow windows carved into the stone walls, casting long pale beams across the circular table where Moonfang’s elders and advisors had gathered. Maps lay spread across the polished surface, along with sealed scrolls and carved markers representing territories, patrol routes, and supply lines.

It was the heart of Moonfang’s decisions.

The place where ...