They tried Roan at the Founding Moon, under the same stones that had glowed for Cain's blood and cracked Damien's throne.
It felt strange to ride back to the amphitheater in peace the place I'd first entered behind a rogue king with his mark fresh on my throat, where I'd sprung the Rite of Truth and watched Cain claim a crown out of the ashes. Now the war was over, and we came not to fight but to let the law do the last thing the war had left undone: account for the coldest man in the territory.
Every pack sent witnesses. Roan's name was known now the traitor who'd kept a true heir losing for twenty years, who'd killed a seventeen-year-old messenger, who'd nearly turned a Luna into the knife that killed her own friend. The territory wanted to see him answer. And Roan, who'd spent forty y
