Peniel
The cold wind bit at my skin as I stood beside Prince Lucian at the pack's boundary. Beyond us, warriors dragged out trembling pack members, their faces are pale with fear. They were the ones with little power, the ones now being scrutinized for signs of treason—each cry that rose from the crowd sent a chill deeper into my bones, my arms instinctively wrapping around my chest, as if to shield myself from the senselessness of it all.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, the words slipping out in frustration. My breath puffed in the chilly air, but Lucian stood silent, his gaze fixed on the scene ahead, unbothered like he’s actually enjoying the show.
I couldn't take it any longer. I spun to face him, eyes burning with disappointment. "Is that what you think?" My voice was sharp. "Tha
