CHAPTER FIVE
The Rogue’s Road
The night discuss was severely cold, cutting through Lila's torn dress like edges of ice. It wasn't fair the cold that made her shudder, in spite of the fact that. It was the weight of what was happening. The certainty of it.
Her banish.
Caleb's grasp was ironclad as he dragged her forward, the silver sleeves around her wrists still warm from the battle. The weight of the chain between them was nothing compared to the largeness in her chest. Each step toward the pack's border felt heavier than the final. The towering pines lingered like quiet onlookers, their dull outlines extending toward the sky.
Lila's breath came in brief, uneven pants. The metallic taste of blood coated her tongue, a sharp update of how faraway she'd fallen in a single night.
“This is your final chance, Hart.” Caleb's voice was moo, steady—practiced. “Confess, and perhaps the Alpha will reconsider.”
She let out a sharp chuckle, in spite of the fact that there was no genuine humor in
