Faolán showered and was ready for the council. They had breakfast in their rooms.
Everything in that place was quiet, weird. The walls were golden, and Faolán knew it was gold, indeed. Werewolves were not only living in the forests, like animals. They had their share during human History, so they got tons of gold. They were not vampires, but yet… they did take things by force. Not something to be proud of.
He exited the room with Zander and they followed the werewolf that went to lead them to the room where the meeting would take place.
The other pack members were right behind them.
They came to a stop in front of a big wooden double door. It was big, from ceiling to the floor. Around three meters high.
