My mate stood up in that courtroom and sentenced me to exile for a murder I did not commit. No hesitation. No doubt. Just four minutes of calm, certain testimony from the one man in the world who was supposed to know me better than that. The one man I would have died for. I walked out of Cresthorne Pack in restraint cuffs at twenty four years old carrying nothing but a secret he didn't know about and a rage I couldn't afford to feel yet. That was five years ago but now, He just walked into my city. He doesn't know who I am anymore. He doesn't know what I've built, what I've found, or what I've been carrying since the night he chose his certainty over my innocence. He thinks he needs my help. He has no idea he needs my forgiveness even more. And I have not decided yet whether I will give it. Some debts can't be repaid. Some damage doesn't heal clean. But the truth has a way of surfacing whether you're ready for it or not. And when it does, everything changes. For both of us.