REMI'S POV
The hearing began at nine in the morning.
The pack law authority's chamber was not where I had expected — not the same building as the pack council chamber, not Wolfe Tower or any space I had been in before. A dedicated authority building in the city's civic district, unremarkable from the outside, with the particular interior quality of a space that has been built specifically for the conduct of difficult things. High ceilings. Dark wood. The quality of a room that takes the proceedings in it seriously and expects the same in return.
We arrived at eight-thirty.
Emory and Marisol were already there. Cressida with her briefcase. Patricia, in her good coat, standing outside the door with the composed alertness she brought to rooms where significant things were about to happen
