“Daisy,” Leon said, stepping forward. “What did she say to you?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't.
I turned and walked into my room, shutting the door behind me before Leon could press further.
Inside, the silence was deafening.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind spinning. Neena was framing me—trying to twist everything to make me look like the traitor.
The scissors. My scent. All of it had been deliberate.
I clenched my fists, tears stinging my eyes. No one would believe me. Not against someone like Neena, a trusted pack member. I was just a slave.
The weight of it all pressed down on me, suffocating and inescapable.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. A note slid under the frame, the parchment stark against the dark floor.
I picked it up, my fingers trembling a
