*~Leon's POV~*
Chairs scraped as everyone rose. The wolves began murmuring, whispering about the decision, about me, about her. I barely heard them.
The only one who hadn't moved was Cayden, sitting in the corner with that knowing smirk stretched across his face.
I walked up to him, desperate. "Please, Cayden. Help me. You know I'm telling the truth."
He finally stood, looking at me with something between pity and amusement. "This is your battle to fight, Leon," he said quietly. "You should've thought about all of this when you marked Sophia. True or false, forged or not—it doesn't matter anymore. Everyone knows her as your mate now."
He placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
"It's your fight, Leon," he said again, then walked past me, leaving me standing there—alone.
But hell no—no, I cannot. I cannot possibly let this happen. This is bad.
