MEADOW'S POV.
Night had fallen over the pack.
The room finally became quiet.
Too quiet.
After Olivia was taken away and the servants dismissed, everyone seemed exhausted. The argument, the accusations, the confusion... all of it had drained every bit of energy from me.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Sleep refused to come.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Olivia's face.
The way she had looked directly at me and denied everything.
The way she had cried.
The way she had acted as though I was the one trying to ruin her life.
I let out a long breath.
"I still can't believe her."
Mira looked up from the chair beside the window, where she was folding a blanket.
"Hm?"
"Olivia."
She sighed.
"I know."
"I know she was the one."
"I believe you."
I turned my head toward
