Richard’s POV
Mara is the final one.
She’s brought in last, small and pale, silver chains glinting against her wrists. The hall is quieter today; the pack is tired, worn thin by days of oaths, accusations, and sleepless nights. They just want this over.
She knees, pressing her palm to the oath stone. The crimson glow steadies.
I let the silence stretch until it’s unbearable.
“Confess,” I say.
Mara’s voice is soft, sounding conversational. “I was part of it from the beginning. Garrick recruited me after the promotion ceremony. Said you’d grown weak, that Cassian Vale would reward loyalty properly. I listened. I went to the cabin. I let Liora Vale ride my face while Silas and Garrick took turns in knotting her. I came on her tongue while she whispered safehouse codes into my cunt.
