~LAYLA~
The trial is over. The verdict of my Alpha has been passed. I am free.
The head of the pack families rise first from their seats and shuffle towards the exits. From where I am, still enclosed in the stand, I can hear their voices and murmurs:
"How could this happen?"
"An outsider? His fated mate?"
"She should have been executed.”
“Maybe our Alpha has a point…”
Without a doubt, I know that the war of my acceptance in this pack is far from over.
But I believe I am making progress.
I draw in a breath and manage to succeed in drowning out their voices. Stepping out from the stand, my attention falls to the second stand where Raelin had stood and defended me. His words still ring in my ears: Would you have me reject and kill my own mate? Right f*****g now?
The memory sends an
