Leigh's Pov
The room held its breath.
Garrick's gaze never left mine, but whatever softness had flickered there moments ago disappeared behind the weight of responsibility. When he finally spoke, it wasn't to me.
It was to Draven.
"You asked for an explanation," he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing beneath it. "Here it is. Leigh isn't just another wolf from Silver Ash. She escaped the Pack three weeks ago before her sentence could be carried out."
A heavy silence settled over the conference room.
Draven's expression remained unreadable.
"What sentence?"
Garrick drew a slow breath.
"She was to answer for the death of my daughter."
The words landed like a hammer. Every eye in the room swung toward me.
My knees threatened to buckle beneath me.
"No..."
It escaped m
