Emily's POV
Some of the young wolves were close along the far wall in close groups, their tones low, and their eyes went and came to the floor, just as I had known they would. Not hatred. Uncertainty. In some ways, it was harder to bear.
Rollins replaced him in the head of the room. I stood beside him on the right.
Elder Marc was on hand; he sat about the fire with two of the other old fellows. His face itself never betrayed it, but I could sense the intensity of his scrutiny coming across the room. Marcus had not come here. And that was something, all right.
Rollins allowed the silence longer, a moment that was uncomfortable. Then he spoke.
"You have had a night to sit down and think over what you have seen. You have only to know your own voice to be heard right up to the
