ZAHRA-ROSE
Even after two days, I refused to leave my room. It felt safer there. Somehow, I felt better not seeing anyone's face all day, except the pack's chef who brought me food.
I was still haunted by the image of that man's face, twisted in death. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him hanging. I felt like I had betrayed him a thousand times over.
A choking sound escaped my throat, and I tried to stifle it, desperate to quiet the storm of pain inside me.
"You didn't know he was going to kill him," Eira said softly, her voice like a gentle balm, her way of comforting me. But her words barely touched the weight pressing on my chest.
"But he was angry with me. I can feel it. And that's why he did what he did," I whispered. It was the truth I couldn't deny.
Deep in my mind, I knew I
