As Thomas hastily pushed himself off the ground, the rest of his friends instinctively took a step back, their expressions a mix of fear and uncertainty. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with disbelief and a hint of accusation.
“You’re just like him.” He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, as though uttering my name might summon something dark.
A sly smirk spread across my lips, a flicker of satisfaction igniting within me. “That’s right.” I replied, relishing the moment.
“Thomas.” A woman’s voice interjected, sharp and authoritative, her tone urging him to reconsider. “We have to let her go.”
“No! Jack will come after her. He’ll use the pack as leverage.” Thomas’s voice rose in desperation, the panic evident in his stance. I simply rolled my eyes, unfazed by his theatrics.
