Maya's POV
The great hall had been transformed into a courtroom. Where just weeks ago I'd watched Seraphina's mating ceremony, now rows of chairs faced a raised platform where the pack council sat like judges. Pack members filled every available seat, their faces a mixture of anger, fear, and disgust as they waited for my trial to begin.
I sat in a wooden chair in the center of the room, my wrists bound with silver chains that burned against my skin. The metal sizzled where it touched me, sending waves of agony up my arms, but I forced myself to sit straight. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break down completely.
Beta Thomas stood to my left, supposedly my advocate, though he'd made it clear he believed I was guilty. To my right, Seraphina sat with perfect posture in
