Dennis nods curtly. “This is my home. Treat my pack and guests with respect. That includes Trinity.”
The leader’s eyes flick to me, impassive. “We are here only to ascertain the truth.”
My mother’s smile sharpens. “The truth. Yes. That’s all we want.”
A low growl rumbles from Asher beside me. I slip my hand into his, feeling his restrained rage and steadying warmth.
The council spreads out in the sitting room. Dennis gestures for us to sit. The room feels like a courtroom, every chair a witness stand, every glance a verdict waiting to be spoken.
The leader — Councilor Rhys, I think — opens a leather folio. “We are here regarding the death of Spencer Watson.” My chest tightens painfully at my brother’s name. “Daughter of Hank and Sabine Watson, the accused Trinity Watson, currently wit
