Chapter 9 — The Witness Returns
They brought Dr. Fenn a chair, and he refused it.
"I stood the night they did it," he said. "I'll stand now."
He put his hand on the oath-stone the way old men put their hands on a grave — like it was owed something. The red moon washed the gathering ground the color of an unhealed wound, and three hundred wolves leaned in to listen to a small white-haired man with a healer's bag still strapped across his chest.
"Five years ago I treated the prisoner Sierra Bennett in the cells beneath this packhouse," he began. "Split lip. Rope burns. And a second heartbeat." His voice wavered once and steadied. "Nine weeks along. I wrote a report that same hour. Sealed it for the Alpha's eyes. The law is plain — no iron and no sentence touches a woman with child. I bel
