Rolex's POV
Everything felt surreal. None of us would have ever thought Mia was
capable of something so vicious. The scene still haunted me-the two
girls lying half-dead, and Mia standing there, holding a bloodied knife.
Scarlet and Layla had sent us a message before it all escalated, claiming
Mia had been spying for Tristan's pack and had attacked them when they
confronted her.
It didn't make sense at first. Mia, spying? Trying to kill? I couldn't wrap
my head around it, but when we arrived and saw the state of Scarlet and
Layla, it became harder to doubt them. My gut twisted as I recalled the
scene: the blood pooling around the girls, the knife trembling in Mia's
hand, and her wide, frantic eyes as we stared her down.
Revealing pack secrets was one thing-a grave offense on its own-but
attempted murder? That was something our laws couldn't overlook.
I remembered the way Xavier had stormed forward, his voice cutting
through the chaos like a blade. "Do you even realize what you've done?"
he demanded, glaring at Mia like she was a stranger.
"She's betrayed us," Nathan added, his jaw tight. "She's dangerous."
And yet, something didn't sit right with me. Mia looked terrified, her lips
trembling as she tried to speak, but no words came out.
"Why?" I had asked her quietly, but she didn't answer, her gaze
dropping to the floor as if she couldn't face me.
Later that evening, I found myself cornering Scarlet and Layla in the
hall, my tone sharp as I questioned them. "Tell me the truth. Did Mia
really attack you? Was she spying?"
Scarlet clutched her bandaged side, her expression a mix of anger and
smug satisfaction. "Of course. Do you think we'd make this up? She's
always been untrustworthy, Rolex. You've seen it yourself."
Layla nodded, her eyes narrowing. "She's been sneaking off to see
Tristan. She probably gave him everything he needs to attack our pack.
We caught her red-handed, and when we confronted her, she snapped."
Their words should have solidified my doubts about Mia, but something
about their story didn't sit right. Mia wasn't like that. She didn't have it
in her to betray anyone, let alone us.
"If you're lying…" I let the threat hang in the air, but they didn't flinch.
"We're not," Scarlet assured me, her tone confident.
Walking away from them, I felt unease settle deep in my chest. If what
they said was true, then we were dealing with a traitor. But if they were
lying… No, I couldn't entertain that thought. Not without proof.
Father was furious when he found out. He rarely lost his temper, but that
night, his voice echoed through the hall like thunder.
"How could you let this escalate?" he demanded, glaring at all of us. "Do
you even realize what this could mean for the pack? For the alliance?"
Nathan crossed his arms, unfazed. "She's dangerous, Father. She needs
to be dealt with."
"She's your mate," Diego snapped, his eyes blazing. "Have you
forgotten that? Or are you so blinded by your pride that you'd throw her
to the wolves without a second thought?"
Xavier, standing by the window, didn't turn around. "She made her
choice when she went to Tristan. She knew the consequences."
I stayed silent, my thoughts a tangled mess.
Father's gaze landed on me. "And you, Rolex? Do you have nothing to
say? Do you believe she deserves this?"
I hesitated, my heart twisting. "I don't know," I admitted. "But if what
Scarlet and Layla said is true, we can't ignore it."
"And if it's not true?" Father pressed.
I didn't have an answer for that.
Later that night, we held a meeting to decide what to do about Mia. None
of us wanted to admit it, but we knew the situation was dire. If the pack
decided she was guilty, she would be exiled. And without a pack, without
family, she would have no one to protect her. She wouldn't survive.
Sean leaned forward, his fists clenched on the table. "We can't let this
happen to her," he stated, his voice resolute. "Exile will destroy her. You
know what it's like out there for someone without a pack. She won't
survive."
"She brought this on herself," Nathan argued, crossing his arms. "She
made her choices, Sean. She knew the risks."
"Did she?" Sean countered, his eyes narrowing. "Or did she just walk
into another one of Scarlet and Layla's traps?"
Xavier, who had been staring out the window with a stoic expression,
finally turned to face us. "This isn't about what we want, Sean. It's about
what's best for the pack. If she's a traitor, then she deserves what's
coming."
My jaw tightened as I listened to them go back and forth, their words
digging deeper into my already frayed nerves. I had always prided myself
on being level-headed, but this situation was pushing me to my limits.
"Do any of you actually believe she did this?" I asked, my voice cutting
through the argument.
Nathan snorted. "The evidence speaks for itself."
"Does it?" I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Because
all I see is a girl who's been set up time and time again, who's been
pushed to her breaking point by people who hate her."
"And what if you're wrong?" Xavier asked, his tone cold. "What if she
really is a spy? What if she's been working with Tristan all along?"
I clenched my fists, my mind racing. The image of Mia standing there,
clutching that knife with blood dripping from her hands, haunted me.
But so did the look in her eyes-a look of desperation, of someone who
had been cornered and had no way out.
Sean sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Even if she did make a
mistake, exile isn't the answer. She has no family. No one to protect her.
She'll be left defenseless."
Nathan stood up from his seat. "I won't support you guys. You are gone
insane, but I am not."
I didn't expect much from him. His hatred for Mia was much more than
any truth,
Sean, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. "What if she didn't
betray us? What if Scarlet and Layla are lying?"
Nathan scoffed. "And what reason would they have to lie?"
Sean shot him a look. "Plenty. They've hated Mia since the day she got
here. You really think they wouldn't do something like this just to get rid
of her?"
The room fell silent, Sean's words hanging heavy in the air.
Father's voice rang through my mind, a memory of his warning echoing
loud and clear. "Have you forgotten she's your mate?"
Had I? Was my judgment so clouded by my own doubts and insecurities
that I couldn't see the truth?
Nathan broke the silence, his voice hard. "We can't protect someone
who's a danger to the pack. If she's guilty, she has to pay the price."
"I agree with Nathan as well and would suggest you both do the same,"
Xavier suggested to us.