Chapter 151

• Kiara
• The Silvermoon pack's courtroom was a great ancient hall of stone whose lofty horizon disappeared into shadow; air smelled heavy with polishing woods and burning herbs. Torchlight flickered over the carved heads of wolves that graced walls, glimmered with silent sentinel eyes.
• I sat high upon one of the bumptious oak chairs with shorn bottom legs due to years of assault, fingers clutching armrests as Finn gnarled at my nerves.