The Trial

Amber’s POV

Alpha Dale’s mother looked a lot like you would imagine a woman who was once the Luna of the werewolf community would like.

I had seen her before, thanks to the framed photo of her in Alpha Dale’s room back at the mansion. In the photo, Alpha Dale had been standing in between his father and his mother and they had been smiling so widely.

There was none of that smile on the face of the woman in front of me.

Alpha Dale had intervened as soon as his mother came on to me. I had no idea where he came out of but I was guessing he had sensed my distress and like an angel, came to my rescue.

He had taken me out of there without sparing her a single glance or giving me any time to say any greeting to her. But I was a little relieved but also felt a little bad that we were treating his family this way.

First, his uncle was in a dungeon underground and his mother was… well, what was she exactly?

Now, I was sitting across from her in a round table. Why was the trial a round ta