Two weeks into rebuilding and we had foundations laid for three new buildings when the visitors arrived—not Fae, not hostile, just five representatives from supernatural communities we'd never heard of asking for an audience with the Hybrid Queen who killed The Root.
Apparently word had spread. Fast.
"They're from the Western Council." Morgana briefed us before the meeting. "Witch coalition. Been operating independently for centuries. Want to discuss alliance terms."
Alliance terms. Right. Because killing primordial darkness and escaping a Fae prison made us a hot commodity apparently.
"How many others?" I asked because five representatives from one council felt like the beginning not the end.
"Twelve more groups have sent requests." She pulled up a list. "Three vampire covens. Four wolf packs. Two witch councils. A coven of seers. A coalition of independent supernaturals. And—" She paused. "The Unseelie Court."
