“Look, Noah,” Atlas began, “as much as I love you and Aria, and want to see her out of that slimeball’s clutches…there’s nothing I can do for either of you in this trial. I’m from the lower city—my opinion won’t matter to the High Council.”

“They’ll listen to you if you become a member of my pack,” I countered. “Atlas, I need you. Aria needs you.”

Atlas sighed and rubbed his temples. “What you need, Noah, is a really good lawyer,” he ...