Cassian's POV
They've been waiting for me, seated, and as usual, their eyes watch me as I step into the council like a guest.
"Magnus, Stellan, Phineas, what's this meeting about?"
They exchange slow glances between each other, as though communicating in silent words only they could hear.
And their gazes return to me.
It's draining.
"You should know," Phineas says.
I nod.
I shouldn't have asked that. What other topic could call for a serious meeting like this one?
I take my seat, but I don't speak. I should hear what they have to say, and from there I'll decide whatever we have to do.
"Alpha," Stellan calls.
He takes another look at Phineas and Magnus as though the words he wants to utter are directly passed to him from them, like a tube connecting all of them as one.
"Concerning the war," he starts, getting to his feet.
"The war," I repeat.
"What are your plans concerning it?"
"Well, there should be a plan since we can't escape it."
"We can't escape it," I say.
