"What the hell do you mean by that?"
For the first time since the trial began, genuine panic bled into Dion’s voice.
I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes locked onto the High Priest.
"The Silver Mirror of Judgment," I stated, my voice echoing off the vaulted stone ceiling. "Is it recording?"
The Priest swallowed hard, his eyes darting upward.
Dion whipped his head around. Suspended directly above the massive stone altar, the ancient, ornate Silver Mirror was radiating a steady, pulsing, moon-white glow.
All the blood rushed from Selena’s face. She looked like a ghost draped in my mother’s fur cloak. "What... what is that?"
"The Judgment Mirror," I answered, my tone conversational. "The artifact used by generations of Lunas to record official pack trials. You’re wearing the Luna neck
