Anger begins to stir in the pit of my stomach. Feeling my wolf so dejected, replaced, and heartbroken. If this was Clara, I would be standing up for her. I would be the first person to put myself out there to make sure my friend wasn't getting hurt. And here I am, cowering.
I take a deep breath. I stand up and begin to clap alongside the pack. Some people's eyes widen, but I keep my glare on Bren.
I stand there, clapping slowly. Everyone around me gradually sits back down, but I stay standing, letting the noise of my claps echo through the clearing far longer than everyone else. It practically sounds like little bombs going off with how quiet it's gotten. Almost like the owls and crickets themselves have decided to go silent.
Bren's eyes are narrowed at me. His Alpha Aura begins to radi
