Read this chapter with caution.
"Wolves of the Blackwood Pack! Before you stand two traitors! Alpha Knox's voice thundered across the silent arena. "Arit, the omega, used poison within our walls, an act of cowardice and treason that threatened the life of one claimed by this pack's Alphas. Jarek, Master of the Stables, laid his filthy hands on what belongs to us, a direct challenge to our authority. They have been judged and found guilty. Their sentences have been chosen. If either of you has any last words before you pay the price for your betrayal, speak now."
A tense hush followed his words. Lyra could not help but notice a few accusatory eyes shift toward her. They were all going to blame her for being the cause of the deaths of these people, when all she did was always stay on her own. She had never harmed or even thought of hurting anyone before, but trouble kept finding her, and people kept dying because of her. When is it going to end? The question screamed in her mind.
