#Chapter 53 Inaction

~Alexander~ She… she was gone. Grace left, and I didn’t stop her. I should have told her the truth, but I just couldn’t do it. It was too sore of a memory… and to tell her in front of all these people? I just couldn’t. But I should have told her before the wedding. I took a long, shaky breath. I was still standing at the altar, staring off into the forest’s edge where Grace had disappeared. The crowd had erupted into an uncontrollable chaos, werewolves and Lycans shouting at each other. Things were getting physical. I watched a werewolf woman spit in the face of a Lycan woman, who shoved her back in response. Luckily, their respective partners held them back from fighting anymore, but it was only a matter of time before things got worse. Claims were being thrown around everywhere, but they had no idea what they were really talking about. Most of them were not there. On that night. Closing my eyes, I clenched my hand into a tight fist, and began to tremb