Lyra's POV
My steps toward the council chamber were steady, but my thoughts were a river breaking against too many stones.
The chamber seemed ablaze, the drapes were up, and the noon sun flooded it, kissing the polished heavy wood.
All council members were present, their eyes cold or curious, or both.
Alpha Kieran cleared his throat.
“Today, I have summoned this council for a trial. Suzanne, could you step forward, please?"
I turned to look at Suzanne. Her pale skin made all her features look drawn and worn out. Her lips were chapped. Both her hands and feet were in silver chains. She cast me that look—the same one she had given me when she was being taken to the dungeons. I averted my gaze and looked on straight ahead.
“Do you know why you have appeared before this council toda
