Mary’s POV
The night was getting colder, and I had been standing outside for almost an hour, waiting since I was told that the Alpha had gone straight out.
The manor lights glowed faintly against the dark sky, and every passing second made my chest feel heavier for what Ella might be passing through right now. I didn’t even know what I was expecting from him, but I couldn’t just stay silent. Not after seeing Ella like that.
Her face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way she looked at me hopefully when I told her not to worry, that everything would be fine, even though it was clear she was breaking inside. She said she didn’t do it, and I believed her. I believed her because I know the kind of person she is. So why won't Alpha Cyril give her the benefit of the doubt?
When I finally heard the
