JUDGEMENT

In the center, tied in iron, chained, Draven stood.

The chains clinked whenever he shifted, the noise echoing in the silence. His shoulders were squared, his jaw set, his golden eyes burning.

Tame, the pack's alpha and Liora's father, rose from the top chair at the end of the hall. His fist around the carved top of his staff was white-knuckled with tension.

"Draven of the cursed line," he intoned, his voice echoing. "You are accused of imposing your bond on my daughter ...