Chapter 123: The Enclave
The council chamber had been carved from living stone generations ago, a perfect ring of black marble sunk deep into the hill that housed the Enclave. High windows stained glass of moon-silver and onyx caught what light remained and threw it back in narrow, cold bands across the room. A single round table dominated the space, wrought of dark wood and inlaid with a pale crescent of mother-of-pearl. Around it, banners drooped: each sigil and color the sigil of a pack that had once trusted the Enclave to keep them safe.
