The word stayed burned in the dirt for three days.
WAR.
No one dared to step on it. The groundskeepers tried to sweep it away. The brooms caught fire. Professor Margot tried to wash it with blessed water. The water turned to white smoke. Finally Elder Thorne just put a fence around it and posted two Enforcers with a sign that said DO NOT TOUCH - DIVINE EVIDENCE.
We were not locked in the Tower anymore.
We were not allowed to leave it either.
"Protective custody," Thorne said, his voice back but hoarse, like he'd been screaming for years. He sat in our common room, which now had no roof - Jaxon's howl had taken it clean off - and drank tea that Silas made for him. "Until the Council arrives. Which will be tomorrow. All twelve Alphas. Including your... Darius."
At the name, Kade's shad
