"Take the female to the dungeons."
The moment Rowan gave the order, two massive Royal Guards stepped forward, hauling Selena up by her arms.
She thrashed wildly, her heels slipping on the marble. "Dion, save me! You promised you'd protect me! You told me I was your Luna!"
Dion’s hand twitched at his side, rising half an inch.
He looked at Rowan’s lethal expression. He looked up at the hundreds of pack members staring down at him in sheer disgust.
Slowly, deliberately, Dion lowered his hand.
Selena froze, her struggling coming to a halt. "Dion...?"
He refused to meet her eyes. "You committed treason. You have to face the consequences."
Selena stared at him. Then, a sharp, hysterical laugh tore from her throat.
"Consequences?" she shrieked, the sound echoing madly around the hall. "
