The Sentinels rap sheet

Behati pressed herself to the ground when the Alpha appeared, wincing at the sight of teeth in her peripheral vision. She deserved it, she did, but oh it was all just so awful. She had never been held accountable to anyone, certainly not a whole group - never understood what it meant, even. It was obvious now, of course. The weight of her own betrayal, however low it ranked on the scale (there were far worse things a wolf could do to her pack), created physical ache.

"I-I don't have an excuse or a reason," she stammered. "I just — I.." Well? I felt like going, so I did - that was the real reason, had been the reason, and she regretted it with every living cell in her body and like two of the dead ones. Her voice was paper thin when she answered, trembling. "I shouldn't have gone, I'm so sorry - Dante told me to stay close but.. I'm sorry. It was totally n-n-nonchalant and awful. Please - please don't kick me out, I'll never disappear like that again!"