CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Myra's POV

I watched Noah go with Colin, my heart thudding with all the worries I'd carried around for days now—weeks, even.

Noah closed the door behind me: the sound was like a harsh finality to the decision I knew he was going to make. He would kill Julien, and there was nothing I could do to change it.

And nothing, at that moment, felt more depressing.

I'd chosen to avoid the whole execution, because I knew what would happen. My skin was anything but tough, but I'd been forced to endure the physical and emotional abuse from a wolf pack that was supposed to be my home.

I stood by the window, my eyes fixed on the courtyard below where the execution was taking place. My room's window offered a direct view, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from the grim spectacle unfolding before me. Fear gripped my heart, not for the man about to face execution, but for what this event might unleash..

People were gathered around, forming a dense circle with the execution block in the middle. I could s