The dust from the collapsing cavern had barely settled before the High Council called an emergency tribunal. The war had shifted from the battlefield back to the surface, inside the stone chambers of the Crescent Pack’s ancestral estate.My uncle, the current regent of the Crescent Pack, sat at the head of the long obsidian table. He was a stern, pragmatic man who had spent the last decade trying to keep our bloodline from fading into obscurity. Now, he looked between Kaelen, who stood like a dark wall at my right flank, and the party that had just entered the chamber.Derek walked in, supported by two elders from the Blackwood Ridge pack. His right arm was bound tightly in a medical sling, his face pale. The black ink had receded from his eyes, leaving him looking human again and entirely pathetic."Lord Regent," Derek began, his voice cracking with a calculated tremor of pain. He didn't look at me; he kept his eyes locked on my uncle. "I know what happened in the sanctum looked like
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