The Great Hall of Justice loomed around me, its ancient stone walls seeming to pulse with the weight of centuries of werewolf law. I was honestly surprised it had taken this long for me to enter it, but then, most debates were just held in the council chambers. The Hall was only ever opened up when someone did something so bad they had to be made an example of.
Something like slandering the Luna.
I sat rigidly in my seat, my fingers digging into the worn wooden armrests as I looked down. The Hall was built like a gladiator ring, and I could only imagine what it must feel like to have the entire pack looming over you while someone else decided your fate. I almost felt bad for Rita.
I watched as the former socialite was led to the defendant’s podium, looking like half the woman she’d be
