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Aldric arrived at dawn on the day of judgment.

He came with his guard, yes—twenty High Council soldiers in formal armor—but he came alone to the duel site. Because ritual combat was sacred, protected by law that even the High Council couldn't override.

The arena had been prepared in the center of SilverMoon territory. A circle of stones marked the boundaries. The entire pack had assembled to watch, along with representatives from allied territories and the curious—wolves ...