Anger brewed in the pit of my stomach, simmering until it was about to explode.
I felt like a wolf—dejected, replaced, and heartbroken. If this were 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. But here I was, cowering.
I took a deep breath. I stood up and began to clap alongside the pack. Some people's eyes widened, but I kept my glare on Bren.
I stood there, clapping slowly. Everyone around me was gradually sitting back down, but I remained standing, letting the noise of my claps echo through the clearing long after everyone else had stopped. It practically sounded like little bombs going off with how quiet it had gotten. Almost as if the owls and crickets themselves had decided to go silent t
