Ansel stands up, pointing an accusing finger at me, shouting protestations of his innocence and sputtering in rage.
But I just stay calm, still holding the moon rabbit pelt for all to see.
“Ansel,” I say, keeping my voice low and even, “why did you lie?”
There is really only one conclusion to draw after all this, and it’s Amanda who says it first. “It was you!” she cries, looking horrified. “You tried to kill me, and then you framed Nash for it!”
“No, Amanda, listen to me - it wasn’t, it was just - hold on, everyone.” Ansel looks nervous now as the pack is closing in on him, angry and getting more furious by the second.
“It was because of me,” says a male voice, heavy with realization. Nash’s right hand man, his Beta, the one he’d left to guard over Nash, steps forward and puts an ar
