~Jenetta’s PoV~
I’ve never been inside the pack’s courtroom before. I’ve had no reason to be. My father kept me far away from anything important going on inside the pack, and I’m starting to see now how much of a liability that could be. If the jury felt like they knew me, they might be more inclined to believe me. As it is, I’m almost as much of a stranger to them as Tamir is. There’s not a single face I recognize.
Even though I’ve never seen it, the setup inside the courtroom doesn’t surprise me. It’s meant to convey a feeling of authority and stability, a stage on which the Alpha can get up and prove to the pack and the world that he’s in complete control. He’ll make sure everything is carefully orchestrated, as much as he can, but he can’t control me. Not anymore.
Somehow, I have t
