I've met liars before. I've never met one who thought betrayal was loyalty.
Garrick was one of the pack's founding members, old enough to have fought alongside Silas Vale himself during the original split, his loyalty to the old ways apparently having curdled, over the decades, into something far more dangerous than simple nostalgia. They found him in his own cabin, the true source phone hidden beneath a floorboard, evidence damning enough that even his own rank couldn't shield him from the accusation once it was laid bare.
I hadn't paid much attention to Garrick in my weeks at the compound — an older wolf, gruff and largely silent at pack dinners, someone I'd assumed simply preferred his own company to the boisterous energy of the long table. Looking at him now, standing in the council
