“And impose it upon them,” Keir nodded. “As is my right as King of Twilight.”
“Give 'em hell, Dad,” I said encouragingly.
“I'll do better than that,” he smirked. “I'll give them no choice. Also, I want to question the witch you caught.”
“You'll have to star-cross him, Mr. Sehoka doesn't give information freely,” I offered.
My father was the only other fairy I knew who possessed the star-crossing ability. In fact, a lot of people looked on my ability of star-crossing as stronger proof of parentage than my eyes.
“Thanks for the tipping.”
“Tip,” I whispered to him. “Thanks for the tip.”
“Right,” he gave me a wink.
“Bye, Dad,” I shook my head and laughed.
“I'll see you soon, Seren,” he said as the crystal misted over.
“High Councilman Greer,” I said as soon as the mist dissipated, and the crystal filled with fog once more.
It remained blurry for awhile and then the image focused on a fairy man with ice-blue hair, so light a blue that it was almost white. His skin was just a shade darker than his hair, contrasting sharply with the heather tunic he was wearing. Piercing pine-green eyes looked me over and I suddenly remembered him from my one visit to the Isle of Danu. My father was right, Greer was the best choice. He'd been one of the few council members who had accepted the events that occurred with reason and respect.
“Princess Seren,” Greer bowed.
“High Councilman,” I bowed back. “I've called to give you a status report on the situation with the witches. I'm assuming that Councilman Catan has already spoken with you?”
“Yes, not with me specifically but he did contact us and I've been informed of the situation. Thank you for scrying us so quickly,” Greer smoothed his tunic nervously. “The Fairy High Council is very concerned about this new human race and their capabilities.”
“Councilman Catan informed you about the different clans?”
“Yes, he did,” Greer confirmed. “What have you to add to his information?”
“I've spoken with the Alpha of a group from Pack, which is the clan of shapeshifters,” I reported. “I offered them peace through the signing of another truce.”
“Another truce,” Greer mused. “Do you think the witches will agree to that?”
“The Alpha said he would speak to the elders of the Coven and then return with their response,” I recounted. “But I don't think these are a warmongering people. I believe they'll seek peace.”
“The High Councils will have to convene and meet with the witches if they want to proceed towards a truce,” Greer considered.
“I assumed that would be the case.”
“I'll take this information to the others. Scry for me again when you've heard back from the witches.”
“Yes, Sir. But before you go,” I glanced at the anxious Councilman Teagan. “I believe the human council members of Tulsa would like to be assured that they'll remain a part of the process.”
“We would not be so high-handed as to evict them from the conclusion of a matter they helped to bring to our attention,” Greer huffed. “Assure them that they may be as much a part of the solution as they were the investigation.”
“Thank you, High Councilman.”
“Ambassador Seren,” he smiled briefly and the crystal went hazy, then cleared.
Chapter Thirty-Three
The next evening, my dinner was interrupted by the sound of howling. I had been eating with my Guard and Raza in the guest house kitchen, a meal that Ainsley had prepared for us, and I'd been enjoying it until the spine-tingling sound had ruined the calm. Conri perked up and seemed to listen intently before looking towards me.
“The Missouri pack leader has returned with only ten wolves,” he declared.
