Iris's POV
Nobody dared to stop me, not even Zane. Humiliation was written all over his face, his jaw still stayed tight, his eyes burning with a fury that couldn't touch me anymore. I walked through the parted crowd. The whispers from them followed me, a soft buzz of shock in their words and awe.
"Oh my!"
"Did she do that?"
"Alpha Darius won't spare her!"
"She's got the guts!"
"Does she really know the gravity of her crime?"
Their words kept coming but I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I did, I might crumble under the weight of what I'd just done, stood up to the Alpha's son, bared my soul to the pack, and walked away with my dignity intact. For once.
By the time I reached the small, weathered door of my room, my legs felt like they might give out. I pushed it open, slipped inside, and shut it behind me with a soft click.
