Chapter 164 The Dawn Of Reckoning

• BRAHAM’S POV
• The sky over our pack did not break with a golden sunrise; it bled a dull, ash-gray light through the heavy mountain mist. The morning was freezing, the air thick with the scent of damp pine, wet earth, and the undeniable, suffocating odor of localized silver.
• In the center of the executive fortress courtyard, the high scaffold had been erected. It was not a grand display for the public; the North American Alpha and elders Council had decreed that the execution of a high-ranking lineage must be executed cleanly, in the presence of the pack executive, the Council representatives, and their blood that remained.