Elara’s POVThe setting sun was like a bleeding wound, painting the sacrificial square of the Moon River Pack in a violent shade of crimson.This was the largest public tribunal the pack had seen in a decade. Thousands of wolves crowded the edges of the square, creating a dark, suffocating wall of bodies. Everybody held in anticipation of the carnage to come. In the center, a semi-circle of heavy ironwood stakes stood tall, each one bound with a traitor caught in the previous night. At the very center stood Seraphina, her face ashen and her eyes hollow with the realization of her fate.Rhys sat upon the black stone throne at the head of the square. Beside him, a second seat stood empty."Sit," he commanded, his hand locking around my wrist with a grip that was quiet but unbreakable."I’m just here to watch, Rhys. This is your pack’s business," I whispered, trying to pull away."You were the primary victim, Elara," he said, his dark eyes boring into mine, layered with an intensity that
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