Marcus's point of view)
The dungeons beneath Blackthorn's main hall hadn't held a prisoner of consequence in over a decade, and I found myself standing before the heavy iron door the morning after the ritual, uncertain exactly how a wolf was supposed to face the two people who'd betrayed him most completely in the same short span of days.
Finn stood beside me, silent, giving me the space to decide how to proceed without pressing his own opinion before I'd asked for it. Camille waited a few steps back, arms crossed, her expression carrying the particular grim patience of someone who had seen enough of pack history to know that grief and fury rarely made good counsel when they arrived together.
"I need to convene the council," I said finally. "Formally. This isn't a decision I make alone,
