CHAPTER 56: DR. MARIE MOREAU–T
EMBER’S POV
The council chamber is packed to the walls.
Every seat in the gallery is filled. Wolves are standing along the back, crowding the doorways, craning their
necks for a better view.
Word has spread through the Summit like wildfire–the Lycan King’s case reaches its conclusion today,
and everyone wants to witness the carnage.
I sit beside Knox at the defendant’s table, my hands clasped in my lap to hide the trembling. I barely slept
last night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gale’s finger dragging across his throat. Saw my mother’s satisfied
smile.
Saw the future stretching ahead of me–back in that house, back in that marriage, back to being slowly
erased until there was nothing left of me but a ghost who knew how to smile on command.
Knox’s hand finds mine under the table. He squeezes once. And doesn’t let go.
Elder James takes his seat at the center of the dais with the smug satisfaction of a man about to deliver a
killing blow.
The other elders settle into their positions–Elder Rothschild looking uncomfortable, Elder Catherine’s expression carefully neutral, the remaining four Traditionalists already wearing their verdicts on their
faces.
“The council reconvenes to deliver its ruling,” James announces, and he doesn’t bother hiding the pleasure
in his voice. “Following yesterday’s adjournment, we contacted Seattle General Hospital to verify the
claims made by Omega Ember Crawford regarding an alleged assault and miscarriage.”
My heart stops.
This is it. The moment everything falls apart.
“The hospital,” James continues, drawing out each word like he’s savoring fine wine, “has no record of any patient by that name being admitted on the date specified. No record of a miscarriage. No record of
injuries consistent with a fall. No documentation whatsoever supporting the testimony given in this
chamber.”
The gallery erupts in whispers. I feel the blood drain from my face.
No records.
How is that possible? I was there. I remember the fluorescent lights, the cold examination table, the way
the doctor held my hand while I sobbed.
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Hremember every single second of that night because it’s burned into my memory like a bad dream.
“The claim,” James says, his voice cutting through the murmurs with cruel precision, “appears to be fabricated. Another lie from a woman who has already been proven to deceive this council about the nature of her relationship with the Lycan King.”
Knox’s hand tightens on mine until my bones creak.
I can feel the rage radiating off him in waves, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. There’s nothing to
say.
The records are gone. Someone destroyed them. And now I look like exactly what James has been
painting me as a liar who will say anything to save herself.
“Given the lack of evidence supporting the abuse allegations,” James continues, and he’s not even trying
to hide his satisfaction anymore, “given the proven deception regarding the fated mate claim, and given the false testimony about a miscarriage that hospital records do not support, the council has no choice
but to rule in favor of Alpha Gale Crawford.”
No.‘
“Ember Crawford will be returned to her legal husband’s custody with no openings for contesting or
divorce.”
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