(A Red Moon Survivor's POV)
The roof of the Great Hall had burned away. We gathered beneath the black beams while the dead still waited in the square.
Two warriors came through the broken gate with Elara between them. They had caught her in the woods and dragged her back with dirt ground into her torn dress.
The moment they released her, she began to cry.
"It wasn't me! The rogues were everywhere. I was frightened. I ran to get help."
No one answered.
"Liar," Lyra said.
The quiet omega had served in the Alpha's chambers for years. She stepped out of the crowd carrying a scorched leather sack.
When she turned it over, gold, silver, and jewels from the pack's emergency reserve struck the cobblestones.
"You ran with this," Lyra said.
Elara looked from one survivor to the next. Her c
