Claire felt as if she'd been plunged into an ice cellar. Her blood ran cold, and her limbs were numb. She felt completely trapped in this situation, unable to guess when she'd be judged—or if she'd be executed. The uncertainty gnawed at her more cruelly than a sentence ever could.
She wanted to cry, but all she could do was focus on staying silent. She instinctively shrank inward, lowering her presence as much as possible, praying no one would even notice she was still there.
When they arrived at the guest palace — an enormous structure even larger than the Midnight River Pack's Packhouse — the warriors from Midnight River Pack couldn't help but gulp in awe as they approached the grand entrance.
