Five
For a moment, I forget who I am—a powerful wolf, bound to honor my cursed lineage.
I clear my throat, take a deep breath, and listen beyond the light words spilling from the jury’s mouths.
“Is the file in the district?” the man whispers.
“Yes, yes, sir,” Dan answers, barely audible, breathing fast, his heart racing.
For a moment, tension fills the air. A brief silence slides through the room as the judge reviews the report repeatedly without speaking.
“Here it is, Mr. Smith.”
“How?” the judge asks, looking up.
“The file—it’s very clear. Look at the invoices,” Mónica repeats, holding the folder high in one hand.