Moxie stepped into her room and collapsed onto the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down completely. She still couldn't believe she had sent Willow to the silver cells. Deep down, she didn't truly believe the girl was guilty, but all the evidence pointed straight at her.
The dark magic pot found in her parents' old mansion… What was a respected Beta family doing with something so dangerous?
And their scent at the border, why was it still there weeks after the attack. Something wasn't right.
A sharp knock sounded on the door. Moxie quickly wiped her tears and fixed her messy hair before stepping out.
Gabriel White stood waiting, calm and composed. He had a soft smile on his lips.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest, Moxie," he said smoothly, "but I don't think we should wait for the elders' judgment on the girl."
