Emergency Council Meeting. Subject:The Meeting. Where: The Council’s meeting room, an undisclosed location. Warnings: None Open to:Council Members
Mariella tapped her fingers on the smooth, polished surface of the Council’s circular, dark wooded table, unable to keep her displeasure contained. It was unlike Lord Edgar to be late. He was always tediously dull in that respect. She had never known him miss an appointment and she could not begin to imagine what could be keeping him now. The werewolves, still recovering from last night’s full moon, would no doubt take their time to arrive and it was late for humans to be about especially when there were warm beds and sleep calling but it was not in Lord Edgar’s nature to be persuaded by humanly pleasure when there was a duty first.
She had glanced at the front page of the Chronicle which had accompanied her invitation to this sudden meeting but she thought it obvious what had happened, and that again Lord Edgar had shown how unready he had been to fill his father’s shoes. Some young werewolf had killed a man. They’d keep it quiet, turn the unfortunate wretch who committed the act over to Isiah and continue with life. When no more attacks were forth-coming then the newspaper would be forced to apologise, or simply would forget the incident ever happened. There needn’t have been any meeting to discuss any of this. She sighed again, leaning back in her chair, fingers raking across the table in front of her.