Riley

The heavy iron chains clanked loudly against the stone floor as Jayden dragged Elder Thomas through the double doors of the grand hall, and the old man’s knees buckled under him as he fell onto the floorboards right in front of the high wooden chair where my father sat with his hands resting on his knees. Fantine walked right beside me with her daggers tucked safely back into her leather belt, her clothes still damp from the quarry rain, while thirty of our senior pack warriors lined the walls in absolute silence to watch the traitor take his final judgment.

"Get up off your knees, Thomas, and look me...