Chapter 7 The Gane Turns

• My moves were working. That should have felt like winning, but instead, it felt like holding a live wire.
• Dorian Vex was being isolated, and the beauty of it was that he didn't know whose hand had turned the key. I hadn't used a single formal accusation. In this pack, a low-ranking wolf pleading for credibility was just a beggar asking for a miracle. I had tried that the first time, screaming my innocence until my throat was raw, only to have my words discarded like trash.
• This time, I built a cage out of whispers.