44.

Aria's POV

Each pack was present in the House of Justice during Crescentius' trial. I never anticipated arriving at this hellhole that no pack has dreamed of. Those who commit crimes are dealt with in the house of justice. Fortunately, I came here as a spectator rather than a guilty party.

"I haven't seen them yet; weren't they meant to arrive early?" I asked Nicholas.

Only a few empty seats were available in the spacious area, which was about to be filled, but Mysha and Luke were not yet visible. The central spot is still vacant, and no sign of them in the vicinity. I would rather not think adversely. In light of the fact that not going to this preliminary would mean they're blameworthy.

"Let's wait for the elders, who are also not on their designated thrones." He responded. "Maybe they're just around the corner."

Nicholas was right; a few minutes after the elders came, Mysha and Luke arrived, as did a specific man who had a chain around his wrist and was standing in front of the eld