Aarhea’s Point of View
The council room was loud, filled with voices, doubts, and accusations.
Warriors stood against the walls, their faces tense. The elders sat in their high seats, waiting for proof And in the center Jake who was waiting, bound in silver chains, his head held high even though they tried to strip him of dignity.
I kept my expression carefully unreadable.
Amara, Logan, and Roman stood close to me, whispering like snakes before the strike.
Roman leaned down.
“Remember, Alpha Aarhea. You must speak clearly. The council needs to hear your voice against him.”
“I understand,” I whispered, clutching the forged letter.
Logan smirked. “And don’t worry. When this is over, you won’t be alone.” His hand brushed mine under the table, bold and warm. I pulled away slightly, low
