Selma Payne's POV:
"We all know that even if you confirm the rumors, there will not be any bad consequences. At most, we will be driven back, and the elves and werewolves will have a diplomatic storm. Your troubles won't be alleviated in any way; instead, you will lose your friendship with your powerful neighbor. If there are any internal problems, do you think my pack will be so tolerant that they won't even think about taking revenge?"
As I spoke, I suddenly calmed down. The Council of Elders would not be unaware of such apparent gains and losses. So, what was their purpose in doing this?
As expected, the Great Elder didn't intend to fall out with us. He only let out a deep sigh, and his exhausted back became even more hunched. There were a few signs of unease as if the person sitting on the vine chair wasn't a wise man who shouldered the elven race but an old man who had no way out and had used all his clumsy tricks.
