Seraphine’s POV
The council chamber was a grand testament to both the passage of time and the weight of authority, its aged walls adorned with meticulously carved wooden panels. At its heart, a substantial round table played host to twelve ornate chairs, each representing a distinct council member.
The council itself comprised a striking variety of supernatural beings, spanning from vampires and werewolves to witches. Their collective presence exuded an undeniable aura of wisdom and power.
As we ventured into the chamber, a collective scrutiny bore down on us, their intense gazes piercing through our very souls, sending an unsettling shiver coursing down my spine. It was apparent that our arrival warranted a level of scrutiny that left me feeling decidedly uneasy.
Jorvik, guiding us i
