THE UBER-ALPHA PADDED ghost-like into the room. Both his scent and his bearing had changed since the previous morning, the aroma of sassafras less spicy now that our visitor was being called upon to serve the will of the Tribunal in a punitary setting. Instead, the bone-chilling flavor of frigid spring water seemed to fill my mouth, like a scent so strong it had turned into a taste.
Evidently, the nameless Tribunal member was annoyed at being forced to return to Haven to deal with our piddling dramas. Or so it seemed as his eyes swept across the room, taking in each participant’s actions. Wolfie and I were still frozen in place, unsure whether our addition to the drama would help or hinder our pack mates. Ethan was injecting himself with F2F, his clothes falling to the floor beneath the b
