John’s point of view
I looked down on the hand to know who it was and why I was being dragged. Guess who it was? Hell no, not Dane, that motherfucker wouldn’t dare to touch me. It was Jane, dragging me to where Dane and Myra were standing, chatting genially with other pack members.
“Why are you dragging? And to where?” I asked, although a part of me already knew it was to go congratulate the Righs, so I thought.
"You promised you would apologize to them if you were wrong.” Jane said, her face turning into a plea. “But I wasn't wrong, I just didn't get the evidence I needed”. I replied.
Jane was becoming physically pissed. “You need to talk to them, you owe them an apology , and maybe you can congratulate them in the process," Jane insisted, not giving me a chance to argue further.
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