Derek walked into court flanked by Declan, Connor and some Gammas.
The hall rose as one. The elder wolves, the gathered officials, every figure in the room got to their feet and bowed as he crossed to the front and lowered himself into his chair, and gestured for them to sit.
One of the gammas stepped forward to deliver the report first.
"Your Grace. We've accounted for the dead from the attack. The Umbra bodies have been gathered and burned."
He paused. "We've also confirmed something concerning. The Northern Lycans who attacked were not Lycans at all. They were Umbras, wearing the bodies of dead Northern gammas."
A ripple of unease moved through the hall.
One of the elder wolves rose first, his face grave.
"Then we must address the true question. How did Umbras breach this stronghold? In the eight years since His Grace took Dravengard, not once have we had a breach."
The elders and officials nodded in agreement.
