POV: Ronan Montague

The trial room was packed.

Students lined the walls, phones recording every moment. Pack leaders sat in judgment seats, their expressions ranging from sympathetic to openly hostile. My father stood with the Montague delegation, maintaining careful neutrality that fooled nobody.

Alpha Vincent Capulet presided over the proceedings. Juliana's father looked like he'd aged a decade overnight, grief and rage warring for dominance in his expression. When he spoke, his ...