It wasn’t different from many other days in Seattle, but his hackles were up this morning. Sundays were usually quiet days for Steven. Sundays were the only day he didn’t go in to The Head Council offices to perform some duty as one of the five head elders. But times were changing, just like the weather. He closed his eyes and thought about everything that had transpired in the last year. After hundreds of years living in peace, the existence of shifters was threatened. He didn’t know yet who posed the threat, but he was certain turmoil was coming, racing toward him like a steam engine. Few humans had ever been privy to the secrets of their shifter friends and neighbors. Now, Steven felt he couldn’t even trust his closest friends. Someone he worked with every single day—someone he ate lunch with, shared drinks with, exchanged stories with—one of those someones had betrayed the shifter community and put them all at risk. He feared that someone was another member of The Head Council.
