Jasmin's POV
I wanted to run. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to flee, but running had never been my way. Tonight would be no different, even though I knew this Alpha had come to end my life.
Destiny seemed determined to force this confrontation between Max and me.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, sensing the lethal intent radiating from him. Fight or flight instincts blazed through my veins, but I refused to cower.
I straightened my spine and locked eyes with his wolf form, those violet orbs burning with deadly purpose.
"I understand now," I said, my voice cutting through the suffocating silence. "Elliott never laid a hand on me."
His ears flicked forward, his massive frame going completely still.
"I was wrong. Not wrong exactly, but I misunderstood what happened," I continued, keeping my tone level. "But I won't waste breath explaining. You've already decided I'm guilty. Anything I say will sound like desperate pleading from someone terrified of death."
