AVA

The meeting room was dimly lit, and the air was thick, filled with centuries of decisions, both right and wrong. I sat at the far end of the long table, my boots tapping softly onto the ceramic floor.

Around the table, the council of elders sat, their eyes glued to Logan who sat at the head of the table, as he spoke.

His face sharp and cold, his dark eyes fixed on the map laid on the table, tracing the Blackwood territory with his finger.

I could feel it as I stared at him, he was too far ...