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Chapter Thirty-Five: The Weight of Judgment

作者: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 01:11:25

Dawn broke grey and cold over the Shadow Fang territory.

The trial chamber had been transformed in the night. Benches were arranged in rigid rows, the great stone hearth crackling with fresh logs, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and tension. By the time the first pale light filtered through the high windows, every seat was filled. Word had spread like wildfire through the pack, and those who could not fit inside pressed against the open doors, craning their necks to witness what was t
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