For a moment, Sofia was speechless. First, Alpha Alaric was too close to her. And second… that look in his eyes. It wasn't a look of hate or of someone who already believed she was a murderer; it was a look of care, worry, and concern. But she shook it off, thinking she was imagining things.
"I didn't kill her. "What happened was an accident. But I know you won't believe me either."
Alaric's eyes sharpened instantly. His gut told him she was telling the truth, and his gut never lied. Realizing his presence was suffocating her, he pulled away and went for the glass of juice. Alaric took a long, slow sip of the juice, his back turned to her. He needed a moment to regain his composure. He was a man who had led armies and survived the most brutal coups in werewolf history, yet he was currently fighting the urge to pull this girl into his arms and promise to burn the whole world down if it meant seeing her smile.
