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The search for Marcus continued through the night without success, and by morning Elder Thorne made the decision to proceed with the remaining business of the trial regardless. Justice for one crime, he said, did not need to wait on the capture of a man who had already been formally condemned for it, and I understood, watching him say it, that he was choosing to give the hall something solid to hold onto in the absence of the closure Marcus's capture would have provided.Selena's sentencing came first.She stood before the Council pale and hollow, none of the composure she had once carried so effortlessly anywhere in her bearing, a woman who had spent the previous night, I suspected, replaying the exact moment her own words had confirmed Marcus's guilt in front of an entire hall, understanding perhaps for the first time in her life exactly what unguarded honesty could cost a person."The Council finds Selena Vale complicit in the events leading to the deaths of Alpha King Ronan Ashfor

We opened it in the study, just the four of us, Kael, Gideon, Lyra, and me, the door closed against the rest of the household while the estate settled into whatever fragile peace it could manage after the day's ceremony. The candle between us burned low and steady, throwing soft shadows across the desk where Gideon's own documents had once been spread for so many long nights of preparation, the same room where we had built the case that finally brought Marcus down now hosting whatever came next.Lyra sat on my lap, watching with open curiosity as I broke the seal, entirely unaware of the particular dread the rest of us were carrying into this small, quiet room.The letter was formal, precise, written in the same careful, ancient script as the first one that had arrived weeks earlier and been quietly set aside. This one did not request future audience. It requested Lyra's presence, specifically, for what it called a formal evaluation, citing her demonstrated abilities as a matter of co

The envoy left without further argument, though the particular quality of his retreat, unhurried, entirely unbothered, told me clearly enough that Kael's refusal had cost him considerably less than either of us hoped it would.That afternoon, two visiting Alphas arrived to discuss the trial's aftermath, allies who had supported the case against Marcus and now wanted assurances about how the territory intended to handle whatever came next. The conversation, civil enough at the start, deteriorated within the hour into something considerably less diplomatic, both men raising their voices over a disagreement about jurisdiction that had apparently been simmering between their territories for years before any of this began, old grievances surfacing with a heat that had nothing to do with Marcus or the Rite Council at all.Lyra wandered into the sitting room partway through it, drawn, I imagine, by the sound of adults arguing in the particular tone children always seem able to identify insta

Sable and Kael disappeared into the study for the better part of an hour, and when he finally emerged, he offered no explanation beyond a quiet, unreadable expression I did not push him to unpack. Whatever had passed between them, it had left something in his bearing subtly changed, not troubled exactly, more like a man who had just been handed a mirror he had spent years avoiding. I had learned, over eight years, exactly which silences of his were worth waiting out and which ones needed space instead, and this one, I decided, belonged to the second category.It was Violet who finally, unintentionally, filled in what he had not.We were in the kitchen that evening, Violet helping me put together a late meal while Kael saw to something in the training yard, when she mentioned, entirely without weight, a detail that landed considerably heavier than she intended it to."He turned down three separate matches after Ren died," she said, referring to a name I did not recognize, slicing veget

The five days passed faster than I wanted them to, consumed entirely by preparation, alliances confirmed, precedent researched, every argument Kael and Gideon could anticipate from the Rite Council rehearsed and countered until we walked into the hearing chamber with something that felt, if not like certainty, at least like readiness. Lyra had spent those days largely unaware of the weight settling over the household, distracted happily by Sable's early lessons and Violet's determined efforts to keep her laughing whenever the adults around her grew too quiet for too long. The chamber was smaller than the one Marcus's trial had filled, though no less crowded, Alphas from every allied territory present alongside the Rite Council's formal representatives, seated across the aisle with the same composed patience I remembered from their envoy at our gate. I kept Lyra's hand in mine the entire walk to our seats, feeling her small fingers curl trustingly around my own, entirely unbothered by