Maelor's composure cracked for the first time. "The Crythian Expanse is uninhabitable outside of a dead kingdom." He glanced at Elara. "No offense."
"That's false," Elara commented, not looking at him. "But I understand why you'd think so, given your sources."
"She just said 'given my sources' to me. To me." Maelor let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "I want to be very clear about something. My sources are the definitive record of pre-Accord history."
"They're not," Elara said, still not looking at him.
"They are."
"They're really not."
Serena walked to the wall and pressed her palm against the ice.
She whispered in Glaciovox again.
Elara inhaled sharply. Then moved faster than any she-wolf should be able to move, even with a Beta's mark. She tackled Serena to the ground.
Behind her, Hale had fallen to his knees with one hand over his sternum. His eyes went wide for one second.
