Chapter 11: Thursday

The Council hall had nineteen wolves in it. Grey. Lawkeepers. The rite-warden. Three pack elders. Seraphine, with an advocate. And in the back row, in black, silent as a drawn blade: Cassian Vale. "Thorne," the warden said. "You've submitted evidence." "I have." I stood. "Exhibit one. The page this Council produced as my Ledger entry. Note the edit record, page four of your packet. Opened 11:42 p.m., the eighteenth. Altered twice in nine minutes. Terminal 4-North-12." "That proves nothing,"...