Yorick:
"I need to speak with my parents," I scread, kicking and striking the bars.
I turned around and looked at the cage.
This was probably where the ones who never wanted to be part of the academy had stayed. Maybe this was where Clentine used to be.
I sat down on the rough ground, staring out through the bars. I could see the clouds outside.
The morning had still not arrived, it seed.
There were a few criminals in one of the cells, and I had heard they were there for either assault or killing their wives.
I did not know why I was here. I did not suit this place, and I had not done anything wrong.
While sitting in the cage, I kept staring at my hands and the dried blood on my palm. My skin was fully split open from the dagger’s sharp end, but it did not really bother .
How could it, when the accusation against was so harsh that I could not stop thinking about how Clentine would see ?
She must have returned by now. The fact that nobody told she had asked for made believe she probably did not fucking care anymore.
The last ti, when we were kind of taking Oriana’s side instead of Clentine’s, I rembered how hurt she was.
She believed everything that was told to her. Of course, why wouldn’t she? There was evidence. But this ti, it would be worse. They were saying sobody saw .
There was no way. How could soone see sothing that never happened? I needed to get back to my parents sohow
In the next few minutes, just as I rested the back of my head against the wall, warriors arrived.
They opened the cage and barged in, with lurkers behind them.
The presence of the warriors ant the council had been inford, which ant my parents had been inford as well.
My body started to shake as they put in handcuffs. I could transition, kill a few, and run away, but that would make guiltier. That would not help in front of Clentine.
"You need to stop thinking about her and worry about yourself," My wolf finally hissed at , telling I needed to focus.
"Do you not want her?" I reacted angrily, thinking that my wolf had wanted her too.
"how could you still think about love when there are such serious accusations against you?" My wolf grunted at , making groan inwardly.
"It is not about your love life anymore," My wolf grunted, and I understood that it was bad.
However, I did not know how bad it was until I was taken toward the academy.
What I saw stunned .
Pack mbers filled the grounds. The big, empty space we used to walk across was now crowded with people from everywhere.
I gulped as I noticed their eyes on . They looked angry. They looked disgusted.
Among them stood my mother and father, staring at with blunt expressions. I hoped they would believe .
On one side of the grounds stood the crusaders and the ringleaders.
They did not take all the way inside the academy. It seed all the preparations were ant for outside.
The headmaster stood in front of the building. On his right were my parents and Oriana’s stepbrother and stepmother.
On his left were the crusaders and the ringleaders.
They led toward him and made stand beside him. I looked around, and the anger on everyone’s faces told that nobody was going to believe .
"I’m pretty sure you all already know why you are brought here," the headmaster started speaking.
That was when my head finally snapped toward the back, and I saw a lurker helping Oriana out of the academy.
She ca outside wearing a large white overcoat. She looked sick.
I did not understand why. I did not do it. I rembered that even when she was accusing , she had already been sick and injured.
She stood on the other side of the headmaster, and my breath started to hitch. This was ridiculous.
"My son would never do this," my father finally spoke, and I realized he was standing with .
"And why would he fall for soone like this?" my mother added as she stepped forward, pointing toward Oriana.
A small commotion started to form among Oriana’s family.
"Watch your tongue, because your son has attacked my innocent little stepdaughter," Lady Alia snapped.
From what I rembered, Oriana did not even like her, yet she was suddenly defending her.
I wondered what she was going to gain from this. If anything, she should have been calling out Oriana’s bluff imdiately. Whatever they had planned seed intense.
"Are we calling victims nas now?" Sylvia, the council mber, finally stepped forward.
There used to be three council mbers. Now there were only two.
One of the sisters had passed away.
They had not done much for society, or for werewolves. Still, they were not as bad as the others, at least from what I knew.
"I did not do anything. I am telling the truth," I yelled, drawing everyone’s attention. "I found her with the dagger, planning to kill one of the crusaders, Clentine."
At the ntion of Clentine, I noticed a shift in the pack mbers’ body language.
It had been a long ti since I had seen so many people gathered together. I had grown used to seeing monsters instead.
"Wait, why would she want to kill the best crusader?" one of the won in the crowd shouted, clearly upset at the idea of anyone harming Clentine.
I watched my mother carefully as she checked the reactions around her. What she did next was sothing I did not expect.
"Exactly. Especially when my son has a mate like Clentine, why would he go for Oriana?" my mother remarked.
The mont she said that, jaws dropped around the grounds. Goosebumps spread across my skin.
How did my mother know?
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