Levi holds my hand tightly, knowing how nervous I am.
“What will happen if it goes wrong?" I say in a low tone.
Levi kisses my knuckles.
“Don't think about it. It will be alright," he promises me.
I nod, trusting his word. He seems sure of himself. As if nothing intimidates him.
Well, nothing intimidates Levi, though. I know that much.
We head together to the great hall where the ceremony is being held to decide his innocence based on the rumors about him. The great hall is a jury-style room, with a central stool and a raised crescent-shaped podium, where the most respected members of each pack are seated.
In front of the podium, and behind the stool for the witnesses or the defendant to sit, is a row of wooden chairs for the trial attendees.
As we enter, Levi and I part ways, know
