Chapter 63: Standing Strong with My Mates šŗš„š
Lia
My blood boils as I stare at Ethan, his words still burning in my ears. Does he really think I'll believe his nonsense about Dorian starting the fire? I clench my fists, trying to control the anger bubbling inside me, but it's no use. The more I think about it, the more it feels like they're trying to push me out of my own pack.
After helping the warriors put out the last of the flames, I head back to my room. I sit on the edge of the bed, running my hands through my hair, trying to steady myself. Dorian sits beside me, his presence calm and warm.
I turn to him, my voice tight. "Who do Ethan and his mom think they are, Dorian? Accusing you like thatāit's ridiculous."
He rests his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and gentle. "You okay, Lia?"