They kept the seven in the lower holding room.
Not cells, exactly — Blackthorn Pack had not been built for mass detention — but a reinforced room below the eastern building, stone walls and a single reinforced door, the kind of space designed to contain something that needed containing while the pack decided what to do with it. Maren had checked each of them personally after they fell and confirmed the same thing for all seven: gifts suppressed to baseline, no physical injury, consciousness returning in stages.
By the time I had eaten something and changed out of the clothes that felt like they belonged to the person who'd gone to sleep the night before and woken up someone different, two of them were awake.
Caden had not asked me to come to the holding room. He hadn't asked me not to,
