(Rodan)
The cell was smaller than I expected.
Stone walls. Iron bars. A narrow bed built into one corner. Nothing about it was designed for comfort because comfort wasn't the purpose. It was a place where condemned wolves waited for the Crown to carry out their sentence.
I walked to the bars and looked through them without expecting to see anything worth seeing.
Morning.
That was what one of the guards had said before the door closed.
At first light, my sentence would be carried out.
I felt nothing except the certainty that there was no road left to change where mine ended.
I turned away from the bars and sat on the edge of the bed.
The room was quiet.
Not the quiet of Ashcrest after dark, when patrols changed and wolves settled into their homes. This was different. The silence b
