Vance had not said a word even after they had left the palace and climbed into the carriage. He only grunted a curt 'Silver Moon Tavern' to Mr. Horgan—the coachman—and once again, silence fell upon them. He seemed to be deep in thought and Melva didn't want to bother him, so she didn't start any conversations and patiently waited for him.
The council meeting had resulted in a decision that was exceptionally bad for Vance and all the other werewolves. The King had approved of their plans. Ghouls, sirens, and fairies would gather information from every race they met while in disguise. The royal order had been officially issued and the ministers were currently distributing it across the kingdom.
