I accepted the hand of the Supreme and left the room.
I had no reason to be ashamed of being physically finished,
dirty, stinky and hungry. I faced the strays and survived, went
taken to the den of wolves and left alive. That was living proof of mine
story, that Hayley Blake, the last female Labonair, could not be
destroyed.
So I walked with Jack beside me to the center of the territory with
the head up and nose up. The chest inflated with pride, no one
You could take that away from me.
Sunlight warmed my face, kissed my skin gently, kissed me
warming from the cold that had passed in recent days. The morning breeze
shook my hair.
Nick and the strays tried to destroy me, end my dreams and my hope, and if I gave up, he would have won. And I wouldn’t give
victory those damned.
The mob of wolves made way for Jack and me, we passed them
to arrive at the place of judgment. The Supreme Court stood beside Marke
Ayla, I stood by him, pretending not to care for all the
prying eyes.
Before all the people, I would not falter. But in the darkness of mine
fourth, I could collapse alone without anyone seeing the wounds
open that bled.
Ayla stepped forward, drawing everyone’s attention. The female
crossed his hands before his body, changed clothes and wore jeans and
jacket.
— Before the trial starts, I want to say a few things. But
mainly, I want to thank Hayley Blake for his courage and
courage. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have found the lair and
discovered about the traitors. You and the Supreme have saved us, and have
our loyalty and gratitude forever.
Jack held my hand, tying our fingers and tried to pass me
tranquility. I opened a small and short smile to Ayla.
— Just kept the promise that would burn everyone who hurt
my family.
Ayla nodded and returned to her place next to her companion. Jack
He squeezed my hand tighter when the Alpha scratched his throat:
— For the trial to begin, bring the accused. I held my breath when the wolves appeared in my field of vision,
being pulled by silver chains that held them by the necks
with violence. Six males and a female, Camilla. I grimaced at the
miserable situation she was in. Deep claw marks
covered part of her face, covered in blood and dirt. She was
filthy, and still little of what it deserved.
Becca displayed her teeth, showing the elongated canines, and released a
menacing growl at the female. Clary looked at her nails, pretending not to
care about the traitorous wolf.
What the hell happened while I was gone?
The prisoners were attached to the wooden trunks, one after another,
calmly. The silver chains firm to allow none
escape. I looked at Jack, and he faced, mortally, one of the males,
wolf who killed his sister. Couldn’t imagine what was going on in the
head of him, but they certainly weren’t kind thoughts or
kind.
It was my turn to shake the hand of the Supreme, drawing his attention to
me. I endeavored to pass security through looking at my
partner. He reciprocated the squeeze in response. Jack always stood by
my side, giving me support when I needed it, it was my turn to support it,
despite everything that drove us away.
— You are being accused of treason, kidnapping, physical torture and
psychological, violence, private prison and abuse. Deny these
accusations?
None of the six males dared to say anything, kept their heads up and their eyes fixed on nothing. Of course, they would not confess their
crimes. Only Camilla began a false cry, full of whining,
tears and lies. No one paid attention to the female. I held the will
of punching that ridiculous face out of her mouth.
The four elders approached with bowls in their hands and by the smell
horrible liquid inside the bowls, I realized what grass it would be
poured into the throats of traitor wolves. Some Alpha males
opened the mouths of traitors and the elders threw the diluted grass
inside the mouth of each of the accused. Becca made sure to help
With Camilla, the wolf cast an enraged look at my sister— in— law.
— Let the truth be told.
I stood beside Jack when the first wolf, under the influence of grass
revelatory, who was forced to swallow, began to confess all his
crimes. My blood boiled with the reports of all that submitted the
females in recent weeks, all cruelties and tortures, contained the
impulse to vomit, had nothing in my stomach but a
sandwich that Madison will deliver to me in the car, I devoured it in
seconds, next to a bottle of water.
One after the other, they revealed all their crimes and sins. None
was able to resist the effect of the herb used, especially in
judgments. That magic herb induced the purest truth, the
confession of the darkest secret of being than ingesting it.
When it came to the male who killed Lydia, I felt Jack stiffen
next to me to hear the bastard say everything he did. Fury bubbled
inside my mate, I could feel the anger and the pain that
They were boiling in Jack’s heart. I leaned my head on his shoulder and felt him relax slightly. I wouldn’t be able to leave him at that moment.
And finally, it was Camilla’s turn. She let out a squeaky laugh,
saliva dripping from your mouth, mixed with blood. Your eyes
bathed in a sick and sadistic feeling settled in me, the
female spat on the floor, completely out of her mind.
— You should have died, you bitch— she scolded, her voice dragged. — They
I was promised that they would destroy your race, that they would destroy you
in pieces.
I gnashed my teeth, keeping my breath calm. I would not allow
Camilla hurt me with her words.
— I joined the strays to destroy you. You must die, your
impure half— breed, you are a disgrace to our people. You must be killed.
Jack advanced one step towards the female, ready to rip the
Her throat, but I held him by the arm, preventing him from continuing.
Jackson stared at me, his pupils dilated, his face was contorted
in anger and hatred, enraged at the wolf’s accusations. I just denied
with his head, would not fall in the game of Camilla and would not let Jack
also fall.
— We could have been happy, Jackson. You would have claimed me,
taken me as his female and I would give her healthy and pure puppies.
Your lineage would not be contaminated by this aberration.
Jack growled softly, a cruel and frightening sound.
— It’s a pity that she wasn’t killed by the strays. Because her
punishment will be worse than death, traitor. I shuddered with his loud and powerful voice. Camilla closed her eyes,
nodding.
— You’ll regret it, Supreme. She’ll destroy you. She’s to blame
for the death of innocent people. Hayley is like a curse that goes
slowly destroy us.
I turned my face, unable to keep looking at Camilla, and would not let
that she saw the tears that burned in my eyes. I swallowed a breath
of air and shook hands in fists. Blood boiled in my veins,
fluttering inside me like burning flames, roaring to get
release and burn the rest of the strays.
HAYLEY BLAKE
More testimonies were heard, brave females who did not allow
that the guilty were cleared and despite the traumas and fears,
they were brave to accuse them, always keeping their chin up.
They had my total admiration for boldness.
Mark took a step forward when the testimonies were finalized.
The looks fell on me, it was my turn. I filled my lungs with air
and I walked until I stood before the accused, and with my gaze set on
Camilla, I began to tell everything that had happened in the last days.
I reported every torture that was inflicted on Nick, the stray who
killed Victoria and took me. About the vampire who tortured me and finally,
about Camilla and her participation with the band of strays. It was difficult
fight the crying and the bad memories, almost choked to
tell about the violence he had suffered at the hands of Nick.
When I was done, I ran the back of my right hand across my wet face
by tears, squeezed my trembling lips and held a hiccup
broken. The pain consumed me inside. I could almost feel the blood
running down my hands.
Jack ran his strong arm across my shoulders, pulling me from
against his chest, sank my head into his neck, inhaling
its comforting smell. He stroked my hair and kissed my face
sometimes,
I’m proud of you, little wolf.
I almost fell in tears once again. The grip in my throat me
prevented me from speaking, just kept silent, hugging Jack. No
heard what Mark or the elders said, didn’t care about the
speeches or talk, trying to deal with the mess inside me.
When at last the sentence was decided, I turned away from Jack enough
to listen.
— We have enough evidence and witnesses to prove that you
all are guilty of the crimes mentioned above. The sentence of
treason is torture in public square, the people will be responsible for punishing the
guilty. And as our traditions dictate, torture will last seven days until
that the Supreme Court decides the death of each of you.
Camilla fell into a false, violent cry. That wolf was taking me away
for some time now. None of the other culprits have shown
repentance or fear for the sentence. I heard the people celebrate,
eager to begin with torture. If I wasn’t so exhausted,
would also be elated to make them suffer, but there were many
other females and males waiting for that moment.
— Please don’t leave me here, they’ll rape me, please. — Camilla
begged to sobs and tears.
I looked at Jack, and he nodded, thinking the same as me. One last
act of mercy, she did not deserve mercy, but even so, she did not
would allow them to touch her like that. No woman or female
deserved to have his body violated, as miserable as it was.