Kelsie’s POV
My body feels heavy. I barely have the energy to get up from this hard-as-rock bed. I stare at the dark ceiling of my cell, refusing to get up.
The guards already knock on my cells earlier to wake me up and remind me about the meeting that will be held later.
They could have just ended the meeting last night and convicted me as guilty. What’s the point of adjourning the meeting and continuing it today? As if it would change the fact that I met the attacker a day before the attack happened and did not inform the pack.
All I hope is that my days here at the cell would end. If ever I would find guilty of not informing the pack, then I guess the minimum sentence I’ll get is being suspended as a Scout. The worst punishment I could get is being banned from being a Scout. I ho
