“I asked you something, Jade! What did you do?! Did you help those rogues?!” As Ezra's accusing words echoed through the tense air, my heart raced, each beat hammering against my ribs. The weight of his hand against my throat was a terrifying reminder of his strength, even if his grip allowed for strained words to escape.
My fingers dug into his hand, trying to pry it away, a desperate attempt to release him from the vice-like hold. His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of anger and confusion swirling within them. The world around us seemed to blur, the forest fading into a backdrop of surreal shadows as the gravity of the moment hung heavy.
At that charged moment, I could sense a shift in Ezra's demeanor. His eyes darted around the encircling pack, their gazes heavy with scrutiny, the tens
