The Great Hall had never felt so much like a cage as it did the following evening, when Elena stood before assembled Elders in chains forged specifically from wolfsbane-laced silver, her knees buckling repeatedly from the burning agony that accompanied any wolf's exposure to such deliberately cruel restraint.Elder Draven presided over proceedings from an elevated platform, flanked by four additional Elders whose expressions ranged from grim disapproval to barely concealed satisfaction at finally resolving what many had considered a dangerous, destabilizing situation threatening pack unity.Kane sat at the head of the assembled council table, face carved from careful stone that revealed nothing of internal turmoil, though Elena could see the war raging behind his golden eyes whenever their gazes met across the crowded hall."Elena, rogue without pack affiliation," Elder Draven intoned formally, his voice carrying weight of ancient law and tradition, "you stand accused of seducing an A
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