I was placed in a room. The room was barren, the single chair at its center a stark reminder of my isolation. Devoid of windows, it felt like a chamber of judgment. The weight of guilt had already settled heavily on my shoulders. As the immediate threat subsided, the Pack members filtered out of the Alpha's house, while I came back to this silent chamber.
Ezra hadn't accompanied me back; he had pressing matters to attend to. Instead, he entrusted Gamma Zade with my escort. I couldn't deny the feeling of being under a polite form of arrest, and it gnawed at me. Zade's watchful gaze never wavered, his eyes on me as we made our way through Alpha's house. I chided myself for my delusions. He wasn't "checking" on me. It was surveillance, a stark reminder of my status as a suspect. I had only s
