His body arched, spasming violently, so that the ground beneath his knees began to darken with blood, not his own, but a projection, a manifestation of every act he had covered up, every piece of corruption he worked together with the perpetrators.
"Stop!" he howled. "You don't know what this does! Please — PLEASE —"
Lilith didn't blink. She simply watched as the energy consumed him — not his flesh, but his spirit. His illusions began to crack away. And when the last veil fell —
They saw it.
A memory, projected like a shadow from his body.
Rowan, standing silently as rogue wolves dragged a mother from her home, her child screaming he had turned his back.
More images came, young warriors imprisoned, omegas beaten and a secret vote passed to weaken Alpha Magnus's hold on the pack from within.
By the time the final flicker faded, Rowan was gasping, on all fours, with blood dripping from his mouth.
Caleb stepped forward. "Any last words?"
