#Chapter 107 – The Chase

Alyson Olivera practically shoves me into the bed, the sheets still messy from this morning and his exit to wake me up on the floor nearby. I want to erase the rest of this day from memory, but it's impossible to ignore. Everything has gone to hell today, even meeting with Marshal and hearing him admit the truth; he and the elders are no better than Jennifer and Jacob were to me. What's worse is that deep down, somewhere way deep in my conscious, is that I truly believed the elders were innocent, and I wanted Olivera to see that. In all reality, he was right. He said the elders were keeping captive rogues, testing on them and hurting them, and I didn't believe it. I should have; maybe this wouldn't hurt so much if I had. I sob quietly into the pillow, ashamed of my elder allies. "Lunch is served in the dining hall, Alpha," a lone warrior hums. Olivera ruffs a reply, sitting beside me on the edge of his warm, soft bed. His ha