Aarhea’s Point of View
The trial room was full. Council members lined the long table, their robes flowing like rivers of judgment. The pack filled the benches, whispering and staring at Jake, who was dragged in chains.
He looked weak, but when our eyes met, I felt his strength.
The High Elder struck his staff. “Bring forth the case against Jake.”
Amara stood gracefully, her voice smooth. “Jake betrayed the pack. We found the dagger, stained with blood, in his room. The evidence speaks louder than any denial.”
Logan smirked beside her, arms crossed. Roman sat silent, his sharp gaze scanning the room.
I stood slowly, my heart racing. “May I speak?”
The council allowed it.
I walked forward, pulling the folded cloth from my sleeve. My hands shook, but I raised my voice. “That dagger wa
