Caly’s POV (Council HQ)
I was brought down to a dark and depressing courtroom. I held my back straight as I took in the details of the room rather than focus on all the eyes that were taking in every inch of me, silently judging me. I passed through the center aisle that divided six rows of cherrywood-stained wooden pews packed to capacity with hungry-looking wolves. Ahead of me were two tables set up, one on each side. Facing me was a raised bench with an Elder I recognized by face only. He was thin and wrinkled, with long flowing silver hair, he was practically ancient. To one side there was another raised stage, I counted 13 Elder wolves sitting as the jury, some I recognized, Elder Mackleroy being one of them. There were no windows and poop-brown walls. It was fitting, I couldn’t
