Jack did not sleep.He lay on the bed in his chambers, one arm flung across his chest, the other hanging uselessly over the edge as though his body had given up trying to pretend at rest. Every time his eyes fluttered shut, the same images of Lira's face returned.He knew they will execute her and the thought was hard to bear.Jack swallowed, his throat tight as if invisible hands were slowly closing around it.They would drag her into the square at dawn, bind her hands, read her crimes aloud while the pack watched in grim, obedient silence. Desmond would stand tall and unflinching, cloaked in authority, his voice steady as he pronounced judgment. Seraphina would be there too, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly, her eyes cold as winter.Jack clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. The sharp sting grounded him, but it did nothing to ease the suffocating pressure in his chest.“She was a maid,” he muttered into the darkness, his vo
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