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Every elder, pack officer, and house leader sat along the tables. They were completely silent. Word of the breach in the master suite had spread through the keep in less than twenty minutes.
I sat in the raised wooden chair beside Hayes's high seat at the head of the room.
Killian walked in first, his hand resting on the pommel of his broadsword. Behind him, two enforcers dragged Nora down the center aisle. Her feet dragged uselessly against the stone, leaving faint grey streaks of ash from her cell. Her face was swollen, her bottom lip split wide open, and dark purple bruises shape-matched Hayes's fingers around her throat.
They dragged her to the iron rings and forced her down onto her knees. Killian snapped heavy iron cuffs around her wrists, locking her chains short against
