The Trial of the Rogue

Elena’s POV

The great hall buzzes with whispers the moment I step inside. Wolves line the walls, warriors crowd the corners, elders seated like judges waiting for blood. I keep my chin high, ignoring every stare, every murmur.

Marcus whispers beside me, “You can still walk away.”

“I am done walking,” I answer.

He curses under his breath. “Elena, they want a show. They want you broken.”

“Then they miscalculated.”

Damon stands already ...