Sierra's POV
"Austin," her wolf Juliet whispered, and from the sound, I knew she was cowering in Heather's mind. "We helped Austin kidnap you."
The deadly quiet that had fallen over the crowd was palpitated with a new hushed murmur as people wondered what Heather had said to me. I couldn't move; all I could do was stare into Heather's gray face, her eyes cast down at the floor, arms folded across her chest like she was trying to fold in on herself. The anger building inside me was begging to be released, to tear this woman apart limb from limb, make her feel half of the pain I had endured. Brooklyn had her mouth open, unable to breathe with the new information we had been given.
"Sierra, what's going on?" Aaron asked, giving me a little shake since I hadn't moved in a while.
"She..
