It’s been hours and I don’t know how many times I’ve explained everything that happened to the various Councilmembers who’ve been in and out of the room they brought me to.

It’s some kind of office, but sparsely furnished, like maybe it’s expressly used for interviews or interrogations and not much

else.

No one will tell me what happened to Aaron. I haven’t seen him since we left Rathborn mansion. I wonder if he’s simply in another room like this somewhere nearby.

Of course, everyone know the Council had cells in the

basement of this building for rogue wolves and others who break the Council’s rules, but I’m hoping they didn’t take Aaron down there.

He doesn’t deserve to be locked up for trying to protect his family.

I’m not sure how much time has passed since the last round of questioning, and I wonder if anything I’ve told them has made

any difference.

With each new set of questions–the same questions just asked in slightly different ways–it felt like they didn’t believe a word I was saying. Like they were trying to poke holes in my story or find where I contradicted myself.

But they wouldn’t catch me tripping up no matter how many times they made me retell it all.

It’s the truth.

else I can

ago, but I didn’t eat much.

from my infant son and I don’t know what’s happening to my mate, but I imagine

and I quickly get to my feet, bracing myself for whatever they

escorted by two Enforcer wolves.

and Aaron meets me halfway, catching

I don’t think I’ve even been so

see

a low voice,

so I can look up at him. “What

expression tightens. “They’ve been holding me

drops at the confirmation of

right?” I ask

because I refused to answer their questions until I

me over to the

my hands in

over what he’s going to tell

make this as public

amasses more power than the Council want anyone to have. I doubt I’m

Aaron!” I say, sitting forward. “You have to fight!”

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