Elara's POV
Hundreds of wolves stood in the clearing in a circle with the enforcers lining the edges of the clearing.
Silas was on his knees in the center of the clearing, his hands bound behind him, his posture slouched but not broken. There was no panic in his face, no desperation in the way he held himself. If anything, he looked patient, like a man waiting for a theater performance to begin.
An uneasy breath slipped out of me.
"..She shouldn't be here, Lucian."
Killian's voice came from somewhere to my left. "Look at her. She's barely holding herself. This isn't justice for her, rather, it's going to traumatize her."
"She needs to see it," Lucian said, calm and final. "If she doesn't see him fall, she'll never believe she's safe. This concerns her."
Safe.
The word felt strange to me, like something I didn't quite understand anymore.
Killian exhaled sharply. "There are other ways to handle this. She doesn't need to watch him—"
