Sage advanced into the cold cell. He took in the sight of Blythe, her limbs constrained by the heavy, dull shackles. In the span of a single night, her usual imposing arrogance had vanished.
"You are abusing the authority granted to an Alpha," Blythe asserted, pushing herself upright. The chains clinked against the concrete. "The moment I secure my freedom and these fabricated accusations are withdrawn, you will be the first I expel from this pack."
A low chuckle escaped Sage. "Innocent? That ship sailed long ago. While there is no current proof to back Vance's statement, you will confess the truth anyway. I am the Alpha of this pack; I possess the absolute right to execute you. Any individual who chooses to defy my order will be crushed and silenced."
"No, you won't do that. William will never allow it," Blythe countered, her voice laced with desperation, leaning on the supposed authority of her mate.
