*Ella POV*
I nod even though I am suppressing my fear. John looks at the 2 of us. I don’t want to appear weak even though everyone already probably think that, after all they all knew my family, they knew they were good people.
I am alive and they are dead.
What else can I be except weak?
If I wasn’t weak I would be with my family now, I wouldn’t have run and hid like a scared little rabbit for 6 years. Zane would have been a cold corpse long ago, the surrounding packs wouldn’t have been taken, purple moon wouldn’t have gone from the model pack with model leadership, not the pit of despair that it is now.
It all boils down to one thing, my weakness.
"I am glad someone finally has the courage to put him down"
I look down at my clasped hands, my knuckles white with the strain.
"It is
