Selene rose slowly, a look of triumph creeping across her face as she turned to them both. Her voice came out weak and trembling, loud enough for everyone to hear. “She attacked me. Freya... she did this.”
“No!” I shouted, stepping forward, my heart pounding. “That’s not what happened! Selene, you threw yourself—”
But it was too late. Lucian’s eyes darkened, his fury blazing as he stared at me, the bond he shared with her clouding his judgment.
“You did this?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word heavy with accusation.
“Lucian, she’s lying!” My voice trembled, but I held firm. “I didn’t touch her. You know I wouldn’t!”
I glanced at Thorne, silently pleading for him to say something, to back me up. His eyes met mine, conflicted and torn, but he said nothing. Of course, he wouldn’t—not now. Not with Selene twisting everything around.
Selene’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. The kind of smile that only I could see. This bitch.
I clenched my fists, anger rising inside me. I was about to retaliate, when a firm voice roared. The authority in that voice left no room for argument. The crowd of warriors began to disperse, but the tension still hung heavily in the air.
"Everyone, back to your posts! Freya, follow me to the council den."
