Erin’s POV
Once the selection is over, we are taken to the waiting cars and driven to the arena. Escorted by our guards.
“With so little organisation, The Hunt will be a little different I think,” Laurence tells me.
“What does it matter? I’m here again,” I snap at him.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs.
“There’s so many of you that are sorry. And yet none of you do anything about it. That many of you could surely overthrow him. Do wolves have heaven and hell?” I ask him.
“No. We have an eternal peace with our creator, Selene,” he answers.
“And do you really think any of you will find peace? Even turning a blind eye, lands you just as culpable as the ones who do this to us. So, be sorry all you want. It’s your bed,” I snap again. Only this time I don’t wish to hear anything he has to say. I rea
