Elena's POV
Hannah knew I'd been through hell yesterday—the ice water, the fever, the whole mess. To help me cheer up, she insisted on taking me on a shopping spree today.
Right before we left, Emily—the girl who led the "ice bucket" mob—actually called me.
She was a hysterical mess, sobbing that the Blackthorns had already reported her. She's facing a trial at the Werewolf Council and could be looking at prison or exile.
She tried to play the victim, claiming she only did it because her mate had just dumped her and she "wasn't thinking straight." She begged for my forgiveness.
"Forgiveness?" I let out a dry laugh. "Save your tears for the Council. I'm sure the elders love a good performance."
I hung up and blocked her. Lyra gave a satisfied purr in my mind.
It was a gorgeous day ou
