POV: Nyxara
The cell was cold. Stone walls, iron bars, and a single torch that cast more shadows than light. They'd stripped me of everything except a thin dress, as if taking my dignity would somehow make me more guilty.
Outside, I could hear the pack preparing. Hammers striking metal. Wood being stacked. The pyre they'd burn me on if the silver fire didn't kill me first.
"Divine Judgment," Elder Corvus had called it. A trial by fire designed specifically to execute Moon Blessed wolves while maintaining the appearance of justice.
The silver flames would burn hotter with celestial magic. My own power would fuel my destruction. Clever, Brutal. And completely legal under ancient pack law.
Through the bonds, I felt my mates' rage. Veyr was trying to fight his way to me, but guards held h
