SERA

My father looked smaller in custody.

It wasn’t the facility — the Elder detention center was civilized, more administrative hold

than prison, with clean rooms and decent food and the kind of regulated comfort that

powerful people received while their futures were being decided. It was the absence of

context. Alpha Voss without his territory, without his wolves, without the compound and the

courtyard and the staff that had always surrounded him like set dressing. Stripped of the

stage, ...