ERIK'S POV
Erik watched as Xaden stormed out of the courtyard.
The crowd cleared for him as he disappeared back into the pack house.
Erik sighed heavily and turned to look at Jessica.
His mate.
The one he had watched be executed in his very front.
She looked tattered and miserable.
He didn't like to think much of her.
In fact after she had died, she had been buried in his head.
He had willed himself to forget she ever existed.
So beautiful but yet selfish and heartless.
After all the horrible things she had done.
Jessica was the worst of the worst.
The things that she had been caught red-handed doing and the things she hadn't.
All the lies, the deceit.
The cruelty.
And yet here she was.
"Erik." She said softly through a cracked voice.
Erik sighed heavily and turned around to face the over a hundred guards that had their swords pointed at her.
"You all may return back to your posts." He informed them.
