Chapter 127

• The question posed by Juliet hung heavily in the air, lingering in her mind the moment it was voiced. After allowing a brief pause to settle, she reached for her glass of wine that sat on the table, lifting it to her lips for a thoughtful sip. "Well, I'm contemplating the idea of giving them a trial," she finally responded, her fingers idly playing with the stem of the wine glass. She could feel Juliet's gaze on her, filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
• "A trial?" Juliet echoed, seeking clarification. Winona responded with a simple nod of affirmation.
• "We aren't barbarians, after all. Even if the evidence against them is as clear as day, Harold is still the son of an Alpha. His father has been causing quite a stir. We cannot simply dismiss an heir in such a manner. And also..."