The moon loomed high over the training grounds, its silver light casting a ghostly glow upon the gathered warriors. Blood stained the dirt beneath them, the scent thick in the crisp night air.
My breath hitched as I stood at the edge of the circle, and my heart hammering in my chest.
I inhaled sharply as my eyes flickered between the bound and beaten figure kneeling before King Marcus, Lucas and the rest of his men. Marcus's dark presence exuding authority.
I absentmindedly held my own throat, seeing the wolf Lucas captured bound and beaten made me feel sick. I couldn't keep my eyes on him.
Ronan was once my packmate, once a friend, but now he was nothing more than a traitor, marked for punishment.
"He does not deserve mercy."
I tried to swalow the lum in my throat when I heard King Marcus spoke, his voice firm, commanding.
"He chose his fate when he betrayed his own."
A heavy silence hung over the gathered warriors as if they were all waiting for Marcus's command.
