The courtyard remained completely silent.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The weight of the truth hung over Bluestone Pack like a storm cloud.
Markus stood on the platform, staring at the crowd before him, but he wasn’t really seeing them. His eyes kept drifting toward the place where Felicia had stood five years ago.
He could still see her.
The memory was burned into him.
Her trembling hands.
The tears streaming down her face.
The disbelief in her eyes as she realized nobody was going to help her.
Not the elders.
Not her friends.
Not her parents.
Not him.
Especially not him.
At the time, he had convinced himself he was doing the right thing.
Now he understood that moment for what it truly was.
Cowardice.
He had chosen the easy path.
Believing lies was easier than trusting h
