Kael's practiced announcement carried through the Great Hall. He wore the same grave expression he used at memorials, though Fiona stood beside him in the Luna's place.
“We honor Elara's wish to step down and seek quiet healing. In her absence, Fiona has agreed to serve as acting Luna and guide our pack.”
The applause came slowly and never filled the room. Several elders kept their hands at their sides. Kael smiled over his raised goblet as if the pack had welcomed every word.
I kicked the doors in.
The ancient oak had been reinforced with iron and warded to withstand a siege. It still split at the center, and its braces tore free of the stone. Pack members screamed as splinters crossed the hall and both halves struck the walls.
When the doors stopped moving, I walked through the wrec
