Ivy
The temperature feels like it has dropped twenty degrees in the last twenty minutes since the trail began.
Rodger sits on his knees at the front of the stage, his jaw clenching at every slide. Shame and anger radiate off of him in waves.
Beside him, Astrid doesn't even flinch as the murmurs begin to tick up as the truth of her manipulation comes to light before the entire pack. She watches the footage with her chin lifted and her eyes blazing, like she is the one being wronged.
My stomach twists, and I think that I am going to be sick as the next screen flickers to life. A video from inside Astrid and Rodger's cottage now plays on the screen. She is speaking to someone on an odd-looking phone; her voice comes through the speakers clearly.
“It’s about him. About what he believes
