Standing before the Alpha Council that afternoon felt like being thrown to a pack of wolves. Ironic, considering we were all already wolves. The evidence Kane and I had compiled sat on the presentation table like a pile of worthless paper. Nobody gave a damn about facts anymore.
They wanted blood. My blood, specifically.
The council chamber was designed to make you feel small. Stone arches stretched toward the ceiling like ancient fingers. Pack banners hung everywhere, reminding you of all the territories whose leaders now sat in judgment. The elevated seats put every council member literally above anyone stupid enough to address them.
Today that intimidation factor hit me like a wrecking ball. Whispered conversations buzzed through the chamber. Meaningful glances got exchanged. They'd
