Chapter 8 Trial At The Blood Moon

• "What did you put in my food?" the King demanded, and Aria, standing before him with her hands twisting in her apron, felt the floor tilt beneath her, the whole room narrowing down to his furious, grief-stricken face.
• "Nothing, my King. I swear to you, I put nothing in that food. I would never."
• "Then why is my hound dead?" His voice cracked grief and rage together until she could not tell which one was speaking, until the words themselves seemed to come apart at the seams. "Why would you try to kill me, after everything this pack has given you, after everything I have given you?"