CHAPTER 107 - EPILOGUE II

-VANCE'S POV- Three days ago, a STC gatekeeper delivered an urgent message to my office. We arrived at the medieval mansion at the break of dawn as my chopper landed in the wide meadow. The structure, which was perched on the edge of a cliff, featured flying external buttresses, and stained-glass windows emphasized by ribbed vaults and spires. Entering a hallway of long pointed arches before arriving at the meeting room, the long heavy curtains blocked out the natural sunlight to deliver a serious and somber tone to it. The room had wall moldings and intricate wood carvings in wall accents, ornate pieces, and gargoyles at the fireplace. Two people were seated around the square table, while the female and I pulled our chairs and sat down. Already there was a hint of uneasiness in the air, and I realized the reason based on the way that this conversation was going. The council seemed to want to blame a lot of what was transpiring on my wolves. Duke who stood beside me, could sense my