#Chapter 118: Too Late

Almara’s Pov The walls seem to be caving in. “Cathy, you don’t have to do that.” I step forward to stand next to her. No one else seems to object. I’m suddenly reminded again of how self-centered the Hurricane Pack can be, which I suppose is they got to the top in the first place. I cast a helpless look at Arthur, hoping he’ll take the hint and speak up. Arthur looks saddened, but continues to stay silent. I can’t entirely blame him. He already said he would and wants to drink the potion, it’s Roman and Bess that won’t let him. “What if it harmful?” I ask, knowing that if it is there’s nothing Cathy could do about it. Her well-being would be up to us. As no other objections come in, Cathy insists. “It’s fine, really. There’s a lot more at stake here if Arthur dies. He has a child and wife to care for after all. I have no one” Cathy says with a shrug. My voice gets stuck in my throat at her subtle admission to being less important than Arthur simply because of her lack of familia