Lyra
The moment Selene strutted into the chamber with Damon at her side, smugness practically dripping off her like rancid perfume, I had almost laughed. Almost. But instead, I sat quietly, watching, letting them dig their own grave. They paraded their “evidence,” their twisted version of the truth, expecting me to wilt under their theatrics.
But I didn’t.
When Killian’s voice boomed through the chamber …“Even the accused deserves to be heard” … I felt the tide shift. Some elders grumbled, but no one dared defy their Alpha. Their reluctant nods gave me the opening I needed.
So I rose.
The weight of every eye on me should have broken me, but instead, it steadied me. Selene smirked, crossing her arms as if she knew I would hang myself with my words. Damon’s lips curled into that arrogan
