The courtroom was cold with the silence of the members presence.
Danika stood in the center, her hands bound in front of her. Her hair was tangled, her lips pale. But she didn't lower her head. She looked straight ahead, quiet and unafraid.
Finally, Damien had found it needed to bring her before his court once more for her punishment to be decided.
She'd thought he was going to lock her up in the prison forever. Close to him, but impossible for her to leave his pack.
She thought of Modred and Urmaa and how they'd be living so far without her. How paranoid Urmaa will be due to her absence and thinking of her welfare.
On the high seat, Lyra wore a smug smile, her fingers gently tapping the edge of the wooden armrest beside Damien's.
And he, he liked straight ahead, from one side of those present in the room to the other.
Lucian was by the corner, and there was an unreadable expression on his face.
