The Nameless One

The council chamber was dark, as the soul of the devil, the scent of burning herbs thick in the air. Alexander stood at the head of the long stone table, his sharp gaze scanning the gathered creatures. The Morai, the Seelies, and his most trusted allies sat in their designated places, discussing the latest developments surrounding Killian. The conversation was tense, focused on the werewolf Alpha’s growing instability—until the doors creaked open.

A woman entered.

She moved with quiet confidence, dressed plainly, her dark hair pulled back. Her presence was unannounced, unexpected. Instinctively, some of the council members stiffened, hands inching toward their weapons.

Alexander’s expression hardened. “Who is this woman, and what is she doing here?” His voice was sharp, demanding.

The woman merely smirked. “Tsk, tsk,” she mused, taking another step forward. “No greeting? No warmth for an ally?”