Ethan
I had known Lynus since the end of war. He had been much younger when we met for the first time, of course, shortly after he was elected by the people of the Isles to represent them on the newly formed council of the High Elders. He was fifteen years older than me but was the youngest among the “Elders.” He’d been a strong man in his early forties when he was elected, but that was almost twenty-seven years ago now.
Lynus was stepping down from his council seat, which was meant to be a life-long position, to be Troy’s advisor. The council was not only losing Lynus, who had been a longtime voice of reason among the other elders, but also the High Priestess, who my wife had sniffed out as a traitor to not only Valoria, but the pack lands in general.
What a mess.
“An election for the
