Jesop Noland stood at the gate of Marsh Haven, his gaze fixed on the distant training grounds. The once vibrant arena, now a haunting reminder of a tragic past. A history that involved a woman, once so weak and insignificant, now a force to be reckoned with, and nevertheless, severely vulnerable by the trauma of her past.
The gate had been fixed since the night of the accident but all that Jesop could see was the gnarled gate and broken chain that led to the death of one of their most formidable pack members.
Calin approached, his face etched with sorrow. "Still trying to prove her innocence, Jes?" he asked, his voice heavy with guilt.
Jesop nodded, his eyes unwaveringly still staring at the gate. "Of course. She didn't deserve this."
"I know," Calin replied, his voice barely a whisp
