Alban's P.O.V.
I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep as the Elders droned on about some tradition or another. Their bullshit held no wonder to me now as it did when I was so ill-informed. The pomp and circumstance were nothing more than a flowery cover-up for the true depravity that hid beneath the surface. It pained me to admit it. Yancy had been enough of a shock to my system. But knowing that more than one Elder held those same twisted views? It made me sick.
My memory of what Elder Altheus said faded, as I had no true intention of paying close attention. But Trevor still nudged me back to focus when I seemed to drift too far. I looked over at the Beta with appreciation in my nod before turning my cold gaze back to Altheus and Bartholomew.
“I see no reason for a trial,”
