Lucas’s POV
Not guilty.
The words slice through my mind like a hot knife through butter, and my wolf howls in triumph.
Harper spins on me, her hand grabbing mine and squeezing, but before we can say anything, before the relief can set in, and before we can celebrate, someone clears their throat. We both turn to look at the main Councilman to see him staring down at us.
“Harper’s trial is resolved,” he speaks, “But that doesn’t mean we are finished.”
Harper tenses up, and I hear her heartrate pick up again as the Councilman’s eyes slide from her over to me. The calculating gaze settles over me, and I softly brush my thumb over Harper’s racing pulse in her wrist.
“Dealing with the Domain is more important than one woman’s innocence,” he says, and I want to disagree, but he’s right.
