Chapter Sixty-Two

Selene

‘Sit down and shut up.’ Both my dada and Silas pull on my arms and try to drag me back to my seat. The entire room has gone silent and every single eye is on me except Lucius’s. ‘What do you mean young lady. No?’ The big old Lycan woman speaks to me directly and her eyes are like streams of fire through the air. I hold me nerve and push their arms away from me. I will be heard. ‘I am Selene. The young werewolf girl whose shoes you out on for just a moment in your very moving speech. Death is not enough. I appeal to the court to revoke their sentence and subject this monster to some of the pain he has caused, and then at the end of his living hell, he can decide whether he wants to live or die.’ I am fully aware of his eyes on me too. The King watches with a mix of anger and surprise from the dark corner where he has stood all morning. Bloody coward.

It is obvious they are silently talking to one another and the room fizzes with excitement once again. ‘Selene. Si