Alpha Damon stepped into the hall like a god of death. He didn't run, but every slow, heavy footfall made the floorboards groan. He ignored the crowd, his gaze locked solely on the center of the room where I stood shamed and exposed.
His dark eyes burned with a cold fire. As he reached the circle, the guards holding my arms recoiled so fast they nearly tripped over their own feet. They stood back, trembling.
Damon towered over Mary and the elder. His face twisted into a mask of pure, lethal rage. "What is the meaning of this?" His voice wasn't a shout, but the weight of it made my ears ring.
Mary’s face drained of color. She shook like a leaf in a storm, her throat working as she struggled to find words. "Alpha... I... she was lying!" She pointed a shaking finger at me, desperation high
