#Chapter 92: Paid Vacation

Aria A heavy silence fell after Charles made his demand. Darren was tense in front of me, his broad form nearly blocking out my view of the old Beta, but I could still feel Charles’s eyes boring into my skull. “Do the right thing, Alpha,” Charles sneered. “Before she proves all of us right.” And with that, he and the other onlookers left. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, and I let out a heavy breath before sinking down into the chair behind me. My knees felt too weak to stand. “So I’m being forced to stay here?” I breathed. “I won’t force you.” Darren turned to me with a sympathetic expression on his face, which was surprising. I expected him to look angrier. “But they do have a point.” My head snapped up. “What?” I snapped. “Was my blood oath not enough?” I held up my bandaged hand, still stinging where I’d been cut. Darren sat down beside me, looking more weary than usual. “The blood oath will keep you from speaking about our pack