~Orion's POV~
I couldn't bring myself to look at her, not because I hated her just like everyone else but because it hurt too much to.
As her desperate cries rang through the air, and the noise of the agitated pack members filled the tense space, I could only think of one thing:
She'd tried to leave.
Fuck, Dahlia had agreed to be with me, she had asked me to speak to Zarek about allowing me marry her… to protect her; but all this time, she's always wanted to leave. And what was I to her? A distraction! Something to pass time with until she found the perfect opportunity to flee.
And that stung.
My heart ached as I watched the guards force her to her wobbly feet and when they dragged her out of the slaves' quarters, I glanced away, not wanting to see more.