“What a waste of time,” Ansel mutters as he shoves past me into the pack house living room. The chains are removed from Nash, though the collar that suppresses his powers remains on his neck.
We sit on the leather couch, side by side, hand in hand. Ansel sits across from us, with his sister at his side. The rest of the pack fills the living room with excited whispering.
“Be quiet, everyone.” Ansel puts his hand up, indicating that he wishes to get started. “Nash here is on trial for the attempted murder of my beloved sister, Amanda.”
Amanda nods solemnly.
“Amanda,” Ansel says, “why don’t you tell everyone what happened?”
Amanda begins to speak, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she does. “A few months ago, I started to feel sick. Not, like, regular sick - like something was wrong wit
