Chapter 43 Midnight Summit

• The chamber reeked of old stone and smoke, lit only by the pale flicker of silver flame that danced in the wide hearth behind the throne. At the center of it all sat the Hollow Alpha, carved into stillness, his gaze half-lidded, as if bored—until the heavy iron doors creaked open.
• A spy stepped into the chamber and dropped to one knee.
• “My lord,” he said, voice shaking just slightly. “The information you requested. From the Lunar Ball.”