The big hall was filled to the brim with every wolf that wanted to see what was going on inside and there were those who couldn't come inside, standing outside the hall, waiting for the verdict of the council members.

Crane and Elliot stood side by side, not even looking remorseful for what they had done over the past few years. Lydia was no longer looking sophisticated; rather she looked shabby, her hair was tousled, and her face looked dry as if no skin care products had been used on it for years. Her clothes were a little dirty and she was barefooted. I can tell that she hated how...