Without saying a word, Hina rolled up her sleeves, showing the deep scars on her arms. She pulled her gown slightly down to reveal the bruises still dark on her shoulders. Gasps echoed through the room.

Her sobs slowly turned into rough, uneven breaths. When she finally spoke, her voice was firm.

“I want the one who did this to pay.”

And just like that, the pack’s grief shifted into rage.

Confusion rippled through the room, heavy and suffocating.

“Why were you attacked?” Maya ...