I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows.
For a second, I forgot where I was. Forgot everything that happened. Then it all came rushing back.
The accusation. The investigation. The pack meeting. The ninety-day trial.
I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.
“You’re awake.”
I screamed. Actually screamed. Sat up so fast my head spun.
Lycian stood in my doorway holding two mugs of coffee. He looked amused.
“You scared the hell out of me,” I said. My heart was still racing.
“Sorry. I knocked. You didn’t answer.” He came in. Set one mug on my nightstand. “Thought you might need this.”
The coffee smelled like heaven. I grabbed it. Took a sip. Perfect. Strong enough to wake the dead.
“What time is it?”
“Ten.”
“Ten?” I looked at my phone. Fifteen missed calls. Tw
