Corin
The air in the great hall felt suffocatingly cold, despite the massive fireplaces blazing along the stone walls. I stood beside Mason on the raised platform before the throne like chairs. I did not sit. I felt that standing tall was my only weapon in this moment. I wore a dark gray heavy wool dress that Nell had given me, and my injured right arm was held tightly against my body with a dark silk scarf.
Mason stood to my left like a living mountain range. His armor gleamed darkly, his hands clasped behind his back. An aura radiated from him that would have forced anyone to retreat.
At the far end of the hall, the double doors opened.
Three figures stepped inside. I recognized them at once. Caleb, one of the cruelest warriors of the Silver Stone pack, and two escorts. Their silver
