THE MOTION
Lucian knew exactly what he was doing.
I had underestimated him once. I did not make the same mistake twice. He moved through the council chamber procedure with the precision of someone who had been preparing for this specific session in his mind for months, presenting the formal removal motion with the three alpha signatures before Cavendish could reorient from the arrival of Caius.
The motion required a second. One of the three new alphas provided it immediately.
Cavendish looked at the motion document.
Then she looked at her three council colleagues who had been present when I arrived. Two of them were reading the confession that Caius had placed on the table. The third, a quiet older male named Elder Fenn was looking at the wall with an expression I filed immediately an
