The title of this chapter is Conviction.
I could talk about how the police show up and basically exonerate the pack because the body was killed elsewhere, or about how Jeremy feels he has to be perfect and strong at all times because that’s what it means to be Alpha, or about Elena’s assertion that the police ask her no questions because she’s female, but since the title of the chapter is Conviction, let’s begin with the sentence in which the word Conviction appears.
Clay is speaking:
“I’m not the stubborn one. You’re the one who can’t get past what I did no matter how much–”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Of course you don’t. God forbid any truth should complicate your convictions.”
The truth is that the police think Elena is Clay’s wife because he’s engineered a situation in which everyone in town believes they are married despite the fact that they are not.
The truth is Elena has repeatedly insisted she wants nothing to do with Clay and Clay overrides her every. Damn. Time.
The truth is Clay is violent, lashing out at anyone and everything that displeases him like a toddler having a tantrum.
But clearly, we have to tar Elena with the same brush so that when they find “true love” they’re both deserving of each other and both have to accept each other’s “flaws”.
Clearly we have to dote on Clay’s few high points, like his intellect:
[Clay] didn’t have a photographic memory, just the uncannny ability to absorb everything he read, making it pointless to save any form of the written word
Or the fact that her surrogate-father likes him:
[Jeremy would] start talking about how difficult my circumstances were, with Clay and being the only female werewolf and all, and how he didn’t blame me for being confused and wanting to explore my choices in life. Though he’d never say it outright, he’d imply that he was certain if he gave me enough latitude to make my own mistakes, I’d eventually see that I belonged with the Pack.
Or his manly concern for his pack members that basically extends solely to avenging their deaths:
Clay walked out from the study. His eyes were bloodshot and dark. Though he was exhausted, he wouldn’t sleep. Not now, with two Pack brothers dead, his Alpha wounded, and none avenged.
Or the assertive way he takes charge of the situation:
“Truce?” he said.
“Love those definite answers. I’ll take that as a yes.”
Which is obviously a sign of, er… “maturity”?
In a crisis, we were both capable of summoning enough maturity to know we couldn’t afford to threaten the stability of the Pack with our fighting.
In yet another stellar move, Clay and Antonio ditch Elena at the bank while she’s getting out cash for groceries after she’s insisted she doesn’t want to go but gets dragged along anyway. Conviction, ladies and gentlemen, is apparently a bunch of bunk standing in the way of Elena’s true love. The prosecution rests.