The trial was held, jurors were called and the entire pack gathered in the main hall. With the indignities being showered liberally on me, I was convinced I was going to lose and end up locked in the dungeons. Nonetheless, I didn’t allow the devastated onlookers to dissuade me from standing in front of them, because I was prepared to prove them all wrong.
As soon as the Beta of the pack, Sean, was summoned to the scene, a clangorous outburst of cheer ensued. The fools were cheering the actual culprit, which did enrage me, and I couldn’t help but contort my face in the process, something that couldn’t escape the eagle-eyed Sir Julian Knight.
“Do you have some problem with the Beta, Dimitra?” inquired the man, who was sitting cross-legged.
Since I was caught expressing my displeasure at
