"Throw him in the cell," Ethan said coldly. He stood tall in the middle of the great hall belonging to the pack, his face a mask but his clenched fists betraying his furor as warriors hauled a fighting Liam across the hall, his protests echoing off stone walls.
"Ethan! You're making a mistake!" Liam shouted. "I had nothing to do with Luca's death!"
Ethan's eyes went dark; the amber of his gaze fixed on Liam. "We'll see about that."
The pack members gathered, murmuring amongst each other. Ayla pushed through the crowd, her face flushed with anger.
"What the hell are you doing?" she said, her eyes narrowing at Ethan. "Liam didn't do anything!"
Ethan turned to her. "You don't know what you're talking about, Ayla. Just stay out of this."
"No," Ayla snapped, stepping closer
