Author's Note: I realize this may seem weird at first, but it will make sense.
Alaura watched the impassive faces surround in her. Her clan leader, Edgar, towered over her, a mournful look in his eyes. "You know why we are here," he murmured.
Alaura understood it was not a question. She nodded. "Yes." Her pale throat gleamed in the moonlight, and the chains holding her arms in place clinked as she straightened up.
Edgar turned to the rest of the Wolfgreen Clan. "We have brought forth Alaura deSoirs on the charges of unvampiric behavior towards humans. She has been seen showing compassion and love to her prey, and was caught revealing her secret to a human. The offending human has already been put to death. Alaura, how do you plead?"
Alaura faced Edgar squarely. "Guilty."
Edgar looked shocked. "Alaura," he murmured, "the sentence for guilt is death. Do not put yourself on the guillotine!"
Alaura glared at him. "I accept my fate."
Edgar sighed, unwilling to put such a lovely creature to death. "Alaura has pleaded guilty. Due to her honesty, she shall not die. She shall be exiled. She can never return to the Wolfgreen Clan." He flicked his wrist, and the chains around her arms vanished.
Alaura stood, sweeping her skirts around her, preparing to leave. Edgar caught her arm. "Jacleen waits for you. You must leave London. Go to the New World. You will be safest there." Alaura nodded, and Edgar smiled gently. "Peace be with you, my sister. May the wolves protect you."
Alaura smiled. "And you as well, my brother." With that, Alaura swept a cloak over herself, concealing her pale hair and skin, and turned. In an instant, the darkness swallowed her, and she was gone.