POV: Elias Beaumont
I ducked as a glass vase smashed against the wall behind me, inches from my head.
"You dare bring that murderer into our home?" My mother's voice echoed through the Artemis Pack house. Her face was red with anger as she pointed at Amara, who stood beside me, chin high and eyes fierce.
"She's not a murderer," I said, keeping my voice calm even though my heart was racing. "Luther Cain killed Kamla and blamed Amara. We all heard his confession at the Blood Moon area."
My mother, Ingrid, laughed bitterly. "And you believe her? After everything that happened?"
Around us, pack members watched with wide eyes. Some looked confused. Others seemed afraid. No one knew what to believe anymore.
I stepped forward, feeling the weight of my Alpha power rush through me. "I don't just believe her. I know she's telling the truth. And I have proof."