Sara's POV.
I froze mid-step, my heart pounding in my chest as something sharp caught the light in the fireplace.
The golden flicker burned against the polished surface of a curved object, sending chills racing down my spine. My pulse quickened.
No, it couldn’t be. Squinting, I leaned slightly forward to get a better look, my breath catching in my throat. The shape was unmistakable—the Howling Pack Seer’s ornament.
The very same ornament that Morgan had accused me of stealing.
They had humiliated me before the elders and pack members, my hands tightening angrily, with Morgan screaming that I was a liar and a traitor.
She demanded my head—demanded justice. No one believed me when I swore I hadn’t taken it, that it had been safe in the box in my room until it suddenly wasn’t.
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