The war is over

As the younger siren spoke against Aella's reaction, the Amazon's yellow eyes fell upon her with burning anger. Yes, Aella might have chosen the wrong time to confront the Siren Queen, the right time would have been before the tragedy, and prevent all of the trouble, probably even Kevlyn's death itself. But now all Aella could do was speak her mind and hope Caiaphas came into her senses for the pack's sake.

"And what do you think Mother Sea would show us, Leucothoe? What do you suppose the right thing to do is?" Aella hissed heated by deception. "Do you think she would tell us to raid another pack with short numbers? To attack a stronger force with little reason?" she stopped to catch her breath. "I think we all know what needs to be done." her eyes scanned every face around her. "The pack needs to grow. We're too weak to hold our claim to this place... The full moon is approaching and we have good consorts to chose from for the ritual." the siren suggested, assuming everyone knew what she was talking about. There were cult sea Nymphs to perform the ceremonies now, and the time for it would never be better. The young are the future, and Ankyra's present couldn't be worse.