Lynn's POV
"That's ENOUGH!"
My voice tears through the stunned silence, raw and furious. My hands clench into fists at my sides, nails biting crescents into my palms. "Charles, you're pathetic. Werewolves? REALLY? That's your defense? That's what you're going with?"
But Charles isn't backing down. Blood drips from his broken nose, painting his collar crimson, yet he straightens with something that looks disturbingly like triumph gleaming in his swollen eyes.
"I'm not making this up!" His voice climbs higher, manic energy crackling through each word. "Logan Albert is a WEREWOLF. A supernatural predator. A MONSTER that walks among us pretending to be human!"
Nervous laughter ripples through the crowd like wind through grass. I hear someone mutter, "He's completely lost it."
"Werewolves
