The silence hung like a tapestry, each wolf speaking volumes without saying a word. Some barely breathed. Others shifted, moving their weight from foot to foot as if standing still would be too much. A few exchanged glances amongst themselves that ranged from bewildered to terrified.
“I will be conducting a thorough investigation,” King Wallace roared. “Goddess help any who are found to have participated.” His face was a twisted, snarling mask of anger. Lyria, behind him still on her throne, looked on impassively. Her eyes searched the faces of the nobles, seeking answers. She saw only fear.
Wallace paced for a few moments, stopping before nobles at random as if he were trying to sniff the fear in the air, as if it could tell him who had betrayed him. It couldn’t, but it succeeded in fu
