Two days passed since Aire's issues of power in the hall where she was meant to be detained. She fainted immediately after her vision stopped, and was carried back to her room.
Servants began avoiding her corridor entirely unless absolutely necessary.
When assigned duties near her wing, they requested reassignment with trembling hands and lowered eyes.
Some refused outright and others simply didn't show up.
Their fear of her had evolved. They all concluded she is to be killed as she showed her powers herself.
At this point, the majority of the wolves supported her execution.
Inside the inner council chamber, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Elijah sat at the head of the table. The weight of the room pressed against him harder than anything physical.
Elders spoke over each other and the military heads argued in tight, urgent tones.
"It is spreading beyond the castle," one elder said sharply. "Common wolves are already speaking of cleansing."
"They are demanding action."
