Chapter 59

• The pack council of the Silverfang pronounces Rhea Mooncrest, Omega, guilty of scheming with rogues and of violating the sacred laws of the mate bond.
• The tone of Theon was an icy, unforgiving stone. It rang out in the vast Council Hall, rebounding off the high stone walls. Rhea was at the heart of the Circle of Power, wrists bound, chin held aloft. The accusation was a lie, a half-truth creation of political ambition. But Theon was the voice, Theon the master of the tale.
• She looked around at the faces seated in a circle. Elder Marla Fenwick's face was one that she noticed, a deep sadness drawing lines on her face, but she did not speak. Elder Garrick Stonehelm sat unmoving, his loyalty to Theon unshakeable. And then there were her alphas. They were coerced into sitting here. Coerced to be part of this farce of justice.