Ivy's POVWearing the mask was Maxine's idea.A thin black half-mask, elegant enough that it did not look like what it actually was, which was a cover for a face that was still recovering from acid. Stephanie fixed it on me herself, adjusted the edges carefully around the parts of my skin that were still warm from the ointment, and stepped back and looked at me like she was evaluating a painting."You know they're going to hate that," Maxine said."Good," I said, and walked out.The council hall was already full when I arrived. Thirty three elders from thirty three packs, all seated, all talking amongst themselves in the way people talk when they think they have already decided what the meeting is going to look like. Rixon walked in behind me. I walked straight to the head of the table, pulled out Liam's chair, and sat down.The room did not go quiet immediately. It went confused first.Then one of them gasped and then the murmuring started rolling like a wave from one end of the tabl
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