The Council Chamber was not built for chaos.

It was built for cold deliberation, with its polished stone floors, twelve arched windows representing the founding packs, and an oval table too wide for honest conversation. But today, cold deliberation had packed its bags and fled the room entirely.

“I’m sorry, but did you say rogue sympathizer?” Celeste repeated, her voice dangerously even.

Councilman Darius, Alpha of the Stonehill Pack and self-declared expert in backhanded accusations, ...