Five guards stood rigidly at the door, waiting for Alpha Conri’s command. His expression was stone, his voice cold as steel when it came.
“Take her. Lock her up.”
“No! I am innocent!” I cried, clinging desperately to Tristan’s hand. My heart ached as if it might split apart. But the guards advanced without mercy, prying my fingers from his and pulling me back.
“Please, Calista, speak the truth!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I was dragged toward the door. But Calista only looked at me with satisfaction, her smirk sharp and cruel. She turned away from me, back to Tristan, as though I no longer existed.
The guards hauled me down the corridor, their heavy steps echoing like war drums. They shoved me into the damp stone cell and locked the iron bars with a loud clang. The sound pierced
