Savannah's POV
The Trial
"Touch my husband and I'll unleash my father's entire pack on yours."
My declaration rang through the council chamber like a battle cry. The wolfsbane blade caught the moonlight streaming through the windows, its edge hovering dangerously close to Jonathan's exposed throat. Dead silence followed my words, heavy with unspoken threats.
My heart hammered against my ribs while my legs trembled beneath me. I had no idea what I looked like in that moment. The mad dash to get here was a blur of grabbing the first dress and shoes within reach before racing out into the night.
I'd barely paid attention to the driver's wandering eyes in the rearview mirror as I struggled to change clothes in the backseat. My elbows had collided with the car door multiple times while wrestling into the fabric. Now I smoothed down the wrinkles that had formed during my frantic journey, trying to steady my breathing long enough to speak coherently.
