Selvara's POV

I raised the blade and everyone watched in silence. Elder Thorne knelt before me with his hands chained behind his back and I could see blood dripping from cuts on his face.

"Do it quickly," he said softly. "I am ready." My hand shook and the blade felt really impossibly heavy.

"What are you waiting for?" Mordain called out. "He is a traitor. He chose the Moonfang Pack over his own blood." He added

"He chose what was right," I said.

"Right?" Mordain laughed. "There is no right ...