Rebecca’s POV
I couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.
Not after everything.
The whispers. The fear. The way the pack looked at me now.
After Garrick made his declaration, I managed to sneak away before the Alphas could intervene, and I found myself hiding in one of the storage rooms that was adjacent to the Healing Wing. The dust settled thickly on the shelves that lined the walls, while the lone lantern that hung from the ceiling did little to light up the gloom.
But it seemed appropriate. At least. I needed the dark to clear my head.
I sat cross-legged atop an old wooden box, hugging my knees to my chest.
The guilt was overwhelming.
Rohan’s blood. The shattered healing wing. The fear in the healers’ eyes.
And above all else…
The widening rift between those attempting to keep me
