REBECCA
I held Reiner’s hand as we walked into Lunaria’s penitentiary: Sheila and Garrett’s trial had been concluded in record times, and their sentence was going to be carried out today.
Apart from some packmates who’d come to see and enjoy their demise, it was just us: Isabelle, although Reiner had asked her if she wanted to come, had refused, because she didn’t want to see them again, and Jenny had said that, although she would have loved to see her ex’s head rolling, she much preferred to spend time with her baby, her mate and her niece and nephew, whom they were babysitting for the morning.
As we walked into the execution square, I noticed that it wasn’t, in fact, just us: some people from other packs and Rogues had come, too – some who really wanted to see them die, some who wer
