Then he stood in one swift movement, power snapping off him like sparks. “Prepare the carriage. Now.”
He strode past me, his cloak flaring. I had to run to keep up, my skirts tangling at my legs, my pulse keeping time with each pounding step.
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The courtroom buzzed when we entered, a storm of voices crashing over each other. I gripped the doorframe to steady myself as the guards called Vincent’s name.
Parents whispered Myra’s name, laced with “wolf-less” and “shame.” My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. I wanted to shout back, to snarl like Eve urged me to, but my sons needed me to be calm.
Elijah stood at the front, jaw locked, shoulders squared. Caleb wavered beside him, his hand tucked into his sleeve to hide the tremble. My chest ached at the sight, but pride fla
