The Grand Council chamber was older than most of the wolves in it. Stone walls carved with pack histories going back centuries. Seats arranged in a circle so no one could claim superiority. And in the center, a raised platform where the accused stood to answer for their crimes.

I'd never stood on that platform before. Never needed to.

Until now.

"This is insane," Darius muttered as we waited outside the chamber. "You haven't broken any laws. They can't just put you on trial."

"They can if ...