Chapter 186. Council of Nethral

Eryndor’s POV

Bison struck me as a strangely unsettling man. His skin was unnaturally pale, marked all over with silvery scratch-like scars, as though he scratched himself relentlessly. His jet-black hair hung in uneven strands, framing bloodshot eyes that darted about like predatory birds. His teeth were unnaturally sharp, giving his grin a menacing edge. I couldn’t quite figure him out: his inscrutable aura, the faint, acidic tang of his scent—everything about him was off. And the moment he learned I was a hybrid, the way he smiled at me only deepened my unease.

Around us, the others stared at me with curious, guarded expressions. At least they weren’t drawing blades or chanting for my head—yet their muted reaction felt odd in its own right. Had they retreated underground because of werewolves? Why, then, did they not react more violently when they discovered a hybrid in their midst? In the face of that revelation, I’d have expected uproar, whispers of outrage,