Selene stood in the council chamber with a faint smile as the advisors gathered. Draven had called a brief meeting, but he was late, occupied with border reports. That left Selene enough time to speak freely.

“The Luna grows stronger,” she said casually, folding her hands. “But has anyone thought about what her child truly carries?”

Elder Miran frowned. “What do you mean?”

“She means the child is a disaster and we are all doomed if it continues," someone from the meeting ...