Bran's POV
The verdict has been spoken. Bella is guilty.
The weight of my words settles over me like iron shackles, heavier than the judgment I passed. I watch as the warriors drag her away, her wrists bound in iron cuffs that suppress her wolf. She doesn't fight. She doesn't even look at me anymore.
Not like she used to, with love.
She's silent as they lead her down the stone steps to the dungeons, where traitors rot. The woman I once called my Luna, the one I trusted above all, now wears the mark of betrayal like a second skin.
But even as I stand here, every muscle coiled, every breath ragged, something inside me clenches with an unbearable tightness.
I should feel relief and vindication, but I don't feel any of it.
The scent of burning torches thickens in the air as the council
