Lethia's steps grew heavier with every inch closer she took toward the smoke and fire that no longer held her focus.
All eyes in the crowd turned to her, but she kept her gaze locked on the woman kneeling before Lana.
The woman was bowed low in defeat, her body drenched in sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as she struggled to breathe.
The skin along her collarbone was still smoking, marked by the cursed silver fire of that forbidden branding iron.
'Terressa…' Lethia screamed the name in her mind, her breath catching at the thought of the searing pain. No one deserved that kind of branding. Her father had made sure of that. So why…?
As she neared Terressa, a few betas in full wolf form stepped between her and the scene, growling low in warning. But their snarls didn't make Lethia flinch. She was disgusted.
