Chloe’s pov
The old thief knelt in chains in the center of the court, and Wylie circled him twice before she spoke a single word. Morning light cut through the tall windows of the court hall, harsh and unforgiving on his scarred face, and the whole room smelled faintly of the smoke still clinging to everyone's clothes from the chaos two nights running.
"I know this face." She stopped in front of him, arms crossed, studying the scar running from his temple to his jaw like she was matching it against a memory. "Garrick Voss. Wanted in three territories for armed robbery, and at least one killing that never got proven in front of a proper court."
A murmur moved through the gathered pack elders lining the walls, the whole room still tight with the alarm that had followed everyone from their
