Shawn
Rory broke free from my grasp and made her way to the now trembling wolf who was crouched on his knees. She approached him slowly, making her already small stature seem tiny. She came towards him like someone approaching a wild and scared animal and in a sense, that's what Percy was. He was in emotional turmoil right now.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered as she knelt before him. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for what was going to happen next. Waiting to see if I would intervene. I wasn't going to. I trust Rory, and her instincts. Was I happy that Percy betrayed me? Absolutely not, but after witnessing a glance of his past, his pain, my anger dissipated some.
“Wait, are we just going to ignore what the demon witch over there just said?” James chimed in. Darcy glared at
