chapter 25

Abbie “What a waste of life,” Clarice states. Silence falls over the room, and I am shocked to see so much heartache on the woman’s face. They are Lycans, yet they mourn for those killed by the hunters, despite them only being lowly rogues and werewolves. Growing up, Ivy and I were constantly reminded of what scum we were for being rogue. Werewolves hate rogues. Yet here, everyone considers us as people, not the dirt beneath their toes. It is odd and hard to get used to, and I wasn’t sure if I ever would. But Lycans don’t seem to be prejudice against our kind. Everyone turns back to their tasks and Liam returns moments later. Clarice peers up at him. Everyone stops what they are doing, waiting for him to answer the unspoken question from Clarice. “The king woke up to Ester touching him. He tossed her out and had Damian order her off the castle grounds,” he says, and Clarice lets out a breath. The tension in the room dissipates significantly at his answer. Clarice nods while Liam climbs