Jordan POV
He held my hand tightly, the pack gathered around us, his face lifted to view them as they waited expectantly, his voice grim as he addressed them all. I knew this had to be hard for him. The way he’d spoken back in the dungeon, I’d sensed his grief, his anguish as he’d tried to understand his sister, only to be blown off by her. She’d deliberately tried to provoke him and had stirred up painful memories that had brought anger to his face and caused his eyes to darken with pain. While I had interjected and defended him, I suspected for the moment, it had done very little good. I could not erase the past that continues to haunt him to this day.
“My sister Stefanie will be banished from the pack today and henceforth be a rogue forevermore” he boomed as the crowd gasped, some loo
