Zane's POV
Perfect chaos. I stood at the back of the great hall, watching the pack tear itself apart over one small omega girl.
Clara's voice echoed off the stone walls, demanding punishment for "poor murdered Jade."
Half the pack was howling for Lyra's blood while the other half claimed she deserved a fair trial. And Erik? My dear cousin was nowhere to be found. Coward.
He'd run off to play hero while his pack fell apart. Just like his father would have done. Just like the whole Varian bloodline—weak when it meant most.
"The evidence is clear!" Clara stood on the stage where Erik should have been, her blonde hair gleaming under the torchlight.
"Lyra Nightshade murdered my best friend in cold blood!" Liar. I'd seen Jade's body myself twenty minutes ago.
Throat torn out by claws, but the cuts were too clean.
