~Alora~

I didn't kill him.

Standing over Maxwell with both packs watching and the moonlight still pooling silver in my vision, I made the decision in the space between one breath and the next. Not out of weakness. Not out of hesitation. I looked down at him and something in my wolf went quiet in a way that felt like an answer.

He wasn't worth the blood on my hands.

“Get him up,” I said.

I heard the ripple move through the circle. Two of Lucian's wolves stepped forward and hauled ...