My nails pressed into my palms.
“You made me realize how powerless I was, told me there was nothing I could do about it.”
A ripple of unease spread through the crowd.
“I still cried injustice,” I said, louder now. “I said it wasn’t me. I said I didn’t do it. Did my protests matter?”
No one answered.
I lifted my hand and pointed straight at Victor.
“And you…” My voice wavered despite everything. “Didn’t I beg you to help me?”
My wolf whimpered softly beneath the anger.
“Did you help me?”
He remained silent.
“No,” I answered for him. “You didn’t.”
The next words burned.
“You let your pregnant wife remain in prison.”
A sharp intake of breath echoed somewhere behind me, but I didn’t look away from him.
“Even when I was giving birth… I almost died… I was losing blood and needed an
