Dawn came cold and grey. A pyre waited for the former Luna in the center of the main square. A raised platform beside it had been prepared for the tribunal.
The pack stood silent in the half-light as guards dragged Killian onto the platform.
The irons of the Unforgiven bound his wrists and ankles. A rough-spun tunic had replaced his fine clothes, and dried blood marked one sleeve.
The guards set him upright, but he stared at the boards beneath his feet.
Darius stood before the pyre and addressed the square as Alpha.
“We are gathered to witness the consequence of betrayal,” Darius said.
“Killian of the Blackwood Pack, once my heir, betrayed his mate, the pack’s sacred healer. He murdered his own grandmother, our former Luna, Maeve.”
The crowd stirred. Several wolves lowered their hea
