Chapter 48: Catalyst

Spencer's POV

As soon as I enter the meeting room, I detect a strange smell.

My nose wrinkles in distaste. The smell is burnt, almost acrid. My stomach turns. I can’t quite place the scent, but something about it makes it uneasy.

My attention dwells swiftly, though when I look around the meeting room.

Only Elder Jet and the other radicals are present.

“What is this?” I ask, immediately alert. “Where are the other elders?”

“You sound on edge,” Elder Jet says with a smug grin. “The rest of the council has other matters to attend to. We’ll be representing the entire council today.”

It’s a setup. And an obvious one at that. But Elder Jet hasn’t revealed his hand just yet, which means it’s too soon to confront him.

“What were the results of the investigation?” I ask.

Elder Jet’s grin widens. “Our findings have confirmed that you, Prince Spencer, fearing the merger of the Thunderclaw pack and the Obsidian pack, took matters into your own hands in order to ensure it never succeeded. In