Stella’s POV
It was Friday, and the trial was set to start in one hour. Sophia refused breakfast, but I can’t blame her, even if I was hungry. She had been having nightmares about today and our mates hadn’t left our side. They promised they wouldn’t, and they held true to that. I know she was worried about what they would think of her once they knew everything. I, however, wasn’t worried. We had an hour before we had to be down there. The council agreed to a closed trial, which made my mates feel better about things.
“Girl, we need to talk.”
“Stella, I know, and I can’t right now. I can’t face any of them.”
“You don’t have to. I am going to do it for you.”
“I don’t understand how you could. You weren’t there.”
“I am always there; you just didn’t know it.”
“The council knows a
