Erick’s POV

The Council met early in the morning. Seven members sat like stone statues, ready to judge. Erick stood before them, his hands bandaged. He still felt the connection to Deborah, even though she was trying to break it. It felt like a weak rope pulling between them. Her pain shot through him with every heartbeat.

"The hybrid bride is unstable," said Elder Morgana. Her white hair shone in the torchlight. "Last night, her power caused damage. Three wolves were hurt by the silver ...