Selene sat upon her chair at the head of the hall. Beside the central floor stood Vane, dressed in simple, unadorned wool trousers and a plain dark tunic.
On the right bench sat Beta Aldric. He looked impeccably composed, his silver-trimmed cloak draped over his shoulders, his hands resting lightly on his lap. His posture was the picture of patient, judicial calm.
“We are gathered to address the status of Vane, former Captain of the Guard,” Selene’s voice echoed clearly through the stone arches. “He has returned to Moonridge after surviving captivity in Venomwood. He has brought actionable intelligence that directly secures our borders. I move today for the formal revocation of his exile and his immediate reinstatement as a full member of the pack.”
A hum of whispered conversation rippl
