Grace
Not yet.
His words broke through the haze of anger and pain, grounding me in the present. My heart was still pounding with rage and hurt. I wanted nothing more than to kill him. Images of his bloody death flashed through my eyes.
“W-What do you mean, yet?” Ronald blubbered. “You can’t kill me—“
“Your actions put her entire pack in danger,” Charles said simply. His voice sounded strained. I realized that he was the one holding me back from killing Ronald. “As alpha, she would have every right to kill you and call it execution on the basis of treason.”
I glanced back to see the rest of the board staring, frozen in their seats. Then, Charles started to shake my hand as if he was barely holding me back. What was he doing?
“That’s bullshit!” Someone cried. “It’s still murder!”
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