“I saw her dying,” I said venomously to the gathering. “She used too much of her magic trying to heal people who took her for granted, who were too weak and scared to try to save her until I took the risk first. My mother is dead. You’re better off waiting until you have Lycans rampaging through town. They’ll be an easier target than cowards hiding behind their minions in that mine.”
Resisting the urge to storm off before they could react, my feet anchored to the floor, but still, nobody said anything. Just giving up didn’t feel like something I would do, but what other option did I have? Going back was certain death, and chances were my mother would already be dead. If she wasn’t, chances were her body would fail before long. I felt pathetic and weak and didn’t want to stand before the
