**POV: Selene** The pack council hearing was in six days. Selene sat in the small room the pack guard had assigned her inside the inner boundary and looked at that fact the way she had been looking at everything since she walked back through the Silvermoon gates. Directly. Without flinching. Without the performance of composure she had spent years perfecting, because performance required an audience, and she had stopped caring about audiences somewhere between leaving Kael's camp and standing in Aria Voss's doorway, saying the truest thing she had said in years. The room was not a cell. That had surprised her. She had expected something punitive. Something that communicated exactly what the pack thought of her current status. Instead, it was a plain guest room in the outer mansion wing with a window overlooking the western grounds and a lock on the door that was more symbolic than structural. Alpha Ryker had decided that she had not been able to fully read yet. She was trying.
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