"What about the Night Council?" It was both related and not. Ringer knew the Council liked to control what they could. If Islington was trying to make a move, they likely had the Council's support or blessing, which could mean even more trouble. Although she felt no more fondness for werewolves than any other creature, she worried that they might be driven out completely. The enemy of her enemy and all. The werewolves were the closest thing she had to a natural ally at present.

Ringer accepted her change and pocketed the money. She slid the box to the counter's edge, waiting to conclude their conversation before she left entirely.