Raven's POV

That same evening, I asked for a formal audience with the full council of elders. My right as Luna.

Ramsey allowed it, but the look he gave me before I left his office said everything: he would rather eat sand than give me what I wanted.

By the time I entered the high chamber the next morning, they were all there. Ramsey sat off to the side, his chair turned just enough to watch me walk in. Elder Geoffrey was front and center. Elder Pierre avoided my eyes, his hands folded ever so tightly on his laps. Elder Williams stared down at the table, but the corner of...