The Real Culprit

[CASSANDRA’s Point-of-View]

I was successful at getting help from Monica, but I never thought I would be put in the middle of so many important people in Alpha Hunter’s pack.

In front of me were Beta Weston and the Elders of the Black Haw Pack, who were giving me a disagreeing look. I could see the hatred in their eyes, letting me know that I wasn’t totally welcome in their territory. I also saw Monica from the corner of my eyes, and her face was just so pale; she looked like she didn’t sleep the whole night just to convince Beta Weston to give me a fair trial.

And then there, right beside Beta Weston, was Sandra, who was secretly gloating in front of me with that annoying grin on her face. She simply enjoyed seeing me burned alive by the accusations I didn’t commit. And of course, she planned everything. It was all obviously a setup to kick me out of this place.

With my werewolf instinct, I could feel the unpleasant aura that Sandra was emitting. It was a putrid, dark, and frightenin