Third Person
By sundown, the arena was packed like never before. Even in the history of festivity, Darkmoon had never gathered so many in its numbers. Whispers filled the air, some laughing at the irony of today’s event, while others felt pity for the woman who was about to walk into her disgrace.
The ministers and elders of the pack were the judges, and the rules were fixed. Seated at the top, where all was visible within their line of sight, were the ministers and elders, and beside Prime Minister Caswell was an empty seat generously reserved for his pompous daughter.
The envoys of the Frost Fang pack came out in their numbers and seated on the eastern side of the arena. They judged the trial even before it began. Whispers rippled through the crowd like sharp blades.
“I doubt she wil
