#Chapter 126 To The Wire

Grace Charles' yell shook me, and I scrambled for words. The hourglass had already run out. "It's disheartening that your pride was so much more important--" "It's a shame that you're so narrow-minded and cowardly. You're ridiculous for thinking that being full anything matters at all! And you still haven't answered me." "Keep going," Charles said. "He's a narcissist, and he's got a role to play. Push him, Grace. I have Eason. We just need more time." Relief, hope, and determination rushed through me. I could barely breathe around it, yet I kept talking because I had to. If there was one time in my entire life that running really wasn't an option, it was right now. "Shamed of your own heritage? Wish you were half lycan, so you hate everyone, that is? Maybe you're just pissed off because of our short lifespan?" I shouted, my words echoing through the underground chamber. "And what kind of werewolf supremacist are you to use witch-made bombs? Why not use werewolf-made, hm? Not go