Salome’s POV
“I was only checking for injuries, Salome,” Rosendo said.
His voice shook, and he wouldn't meet my eyes. He held his hands out as if he were the victim here.
“You saw the blood and thought you could help,” I said, my voice flat. “Is that the story?”
“Yes! Exactly. I thought - ”
“You weren't helping,” I interrupted. “You were excited. You enjoyed seeing me hurt.”
The accusation hit the room like a physical weight. Rosendo’s mouth snapped shut. He looked around the circle of pack members, searching for a single friendly face. He looked at Rita, but she turned her head away. No one was going to save him.
The silence was broken by the sharp, clear sound of a voice coming from Benedict’s phone. It was Remigio Shawn.
“I believe we have heard enough,” Remigio said.
The shift
