Ember's POV
"Murderer!" They all yelled at me, calling me names and throwing things at me as they dragged me around.
The pain, the shame, the torment, I could feel them all as tears rolled down my eyes in torrents.
"I didn't kill him. Please, believe me, I didn't kill him," I kept saying but no one was ready to listen to me. They were all convinced that I was the murderer, and whatever I said only aggravated them more.
How could I possibly kill a man that loved me and treated me just like his daughter when I had no one. How can they believe I could possibly kill him?
In the midst of the insults and shame, I saw Brandon and Emily standing aside, kissing, and giggling at whatever it is they found funny. I gritted my teeth in anger, remembering it all.
It was all because of them!
Everyone turned on me and my unborn babies because of them.
They set me up!
I gritted my teeth in anger, the betrayal I felt drowning the pain I felt from how I was being treated by the pack members. The pain co
