Trial

Arabella's POV

The dungeon was dark and I could hear water dripping from somewhere. I didn't remember how long I had been here. Hours? Days?

"She killed my cousin! She should be executed now."

"That isn't how I do things in my pack. First, there will be a trial."

"A trial? She killed him. What the hell do you need a trial for? I am the future Luna of this pack. Surely I have a say in these affairs."

His voice turned frosty. "No, you don't. Take her to the dungeons."

How long had it been since then? I had no idea.

I looked at my hands. I had taken a person's life. Because of me, the person would no longer draw breath. I looked at my hands. I hadn't meant to. No, that was a lie. I'd fully meant to. I had chosen myself and had no regrets. I would make the same choice again if I had to.

I heard the slam of a door and the sound of footsteps on a staircase then light at the periphery of my vision.

It was Anastasia, her mouth twisted with intense dislike. Suddenly I felt very grateful for