The cold night air prickled at my skin as Ashley and I stepped into the garden. The silence was almost deafening—until it was broken by the weak shuffling of footsteps.
I had explained everything this morning to Ashley when we were alone.
The revelation has not shocked her as much as I thought.
“It's understandable in a way,” she mused. "Serena, I've heard countless tales of King Atlas' goodness and bravery during his reign, his ability to make humans and werewolf cohabitate together, so I was taken aback when he chose to bring back the Were Trials and wanted to execute Louis without consulting the Werewolf Council. It was all Silas' doing," she added with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
I nodded quietly.
"Serena, look," Ashley whispered, her voice laced with concern.
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