Chapter 39

Serena’s POV

The hall was loud a moment ago—voices layered over voices, the usual murmuring of pack politics and restless wolves—but the second Clara stumbled forward, everything went silent.

Her knees buckled. Someone reached to steady her, but she shook them off dramatically, one hand pressed to her chest, the other trembling violently as she lifted it and pointed straight at me.

At me.

“She did it!” Clara sobbed, voice cracking like dry timber. Tears streamed down her ...