••• Victoria's POV •••
The Werewolf Council chamber was cold and kind of suffocating. Every Elder looked intimidating.
It was lucky I wasn't the one being judged today. A shudder ran through me. If I hadn't been able to prove my innocence and if Damien and Luna Astraea hadn't believed me, if they trusted Diana instead, I would have faced the judgment instead of Diana in this cold place.
The chamber’s vaulted ceiling loomed above, lit by a dome of silver-tinted moonstone. The air carried the faint scent of old paper, aged wood, and politics. My fingers twitched in my lap. I tried not to let the tightness in my chest show. I hoped everything went well today and Diana would receive the punishment she deserved.
Damien sat beside me, his presence comforting, especially when he too
