POV: Roxana
Magnus paced the length of my room slowly, his hands clasped behind his back the way I imagined he paced war councils, weighing strategies I could not begin to understand. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him think, still raw from the confession that had finally left my chest.
"The Elders cannot know about your history with the witch," Magnus said finally, stopping near the window. "If they learn you knew her before, knew what she was and hid it from this house, they will call it deception against the pack itself. That charge alone carries execution, regardless of anything else."
"Then what do we tell them?" I asked.
"The truth, mostly," Magnus said. "Just not all of it. You went to question a stranger, a witch you had never met before, believing she might hold inform
