Elara looked up from the floor, eyes blurred with tears as she stared at her father. Was this really the man who'd once called himself her father? she wondered, dredging through memory for the last kind word he'd ever given her. There was nothing , only empty spaces where warmth should have been.
"You have been proven guilty in front of the whole pack last night and you say they were lies! You think of me as a fool?! Why do you think I will believe any of your other lies?" Roman spat, each word sharp as flint.
Elara flinched at the venom in his voice, but despite the tremor running through her limbs, she fought to keep her fear from showing.
"Father, I think I should move to the packhouse, I won't feel safe here with …" Mona let the sentence hang and then left the rest unsaid; everyone in the room understood perfectly toward whom her accusation pointed.
