#Chapter 31 Dominic

Dominic I sat at the head of the conference table, my hands steepled in front of me as the low murmur of conversation filled the room. Renee sat to my left, stiff and silent, Arielle posted protectively at her side like a coiled snake waiting for the excuse to strike. Across from us sat the Mountainhowl pack’s lawyer, a sharp-eyed man in a tailored suit, and beside him, Renee’s mother’s estate lawyer. He looked just as displeased with me now as he had in the courtroom. On the table between us were printouts of the images. They were terrible. Vile, and so obviously photoshopped, it was ridiculous. Seeing them laid out like evidence only sharpened the knot of anger sitting low in my gut. Yet who else could I blame? Based on everything I would have been able to gather, these photos had come from within Brightclaw, within my own pack, when I was supposed to be protecting her. I had failed her in the worst possible way. Just like I had failed Hazel. A headache started to poun