Chapter 6
Reprieve came from an unexpected direction. The judge, who I’d thought was looking for the slimmest excuse to wrest Kira out of my custody, banged his gavel before Stephanie could do more than open her mouth for what was bound to be a heated rebuttal.
“As much as I’m enjoying this farce, I have a dinner date,” the man said dryly. “So we’ll conclude this case on Friday. If anyone has additional evidence they hope to discuss at that time, I recommend you file it in advance.”
Then we were rising, watching the judge sweep out the back door while Simon stormed out the front. It wasn’t a success, but at least we’d been granted a stay of execution. And after thanking Stephanie for her support, the fun-loving werewolves around me immediately leapt onto the idea of a celebratory hunt.
