The stronghold's great hall had never been this quiet.
The morning sun filtered through the high arched windows, casting long beams of light across the stone floor. Dust hung motionless in the air, and every wolf present stood utterly still, as though one breath too loud might set the entire room aflame.
Three wolves knelt in the center—Jareth, Silen, and the rogue who had yet to give his name. Chains looped around their wrists and ankles, enchanted silver links that sapped their strength. Their heads were bowed, not in remorse, but in resignation. They knew what this was.
Not a trial.
A reckoning.
Kane stood at the head of the room, flanked by me and Leila, and just behind us, Marcus and Noah formed a silent wall of watchful strength. Noah had insisted on standing beside Marcus durin
