POV: LyraI dressed carefully, Not because appearance was the point. Because it was the last morning before and I wanted to be deliberate about it. I had spent eight months being deliberate about every morning, every layer, every careful preparation of the person I was going to be when I walked through a door. This morning I was deliberate about being myself. My clothes. My name. My face without anything laid over it.Ronan was in the corridor when I came out. He looked at me once, completely, the way he looked at things that mattered. He did not say anything. He offered his arm and I took it and we walked down to the cars together in the early morning quiet.++++++The council chamber in the central pack authority building was the largest formal room I had ever been in. I had seen it described in the pack council procedural documents that Dorian had assembled. I had looked at diagrams of the layout, the panel bench at the front, the petitioner's table, the gallery seating, the second
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