Siara
Walking out to the wooded area where the trial is being held is nerve wracking. Mason's father leads the way, Mason right behind him, and me bringing up the rear. We weave our way through brush and low hung branches, Mason making sure to hold them back for me till I pass. Throughout the walk I can’t stop the thoughts running through my mind. Did Chloe really deserve death? Would I have done the same if the roles were reversed? Should she have a second chance even though she basically rejected her mate?
I’m so deep in my thoughts that I don’t realize we’ve reached our destination until I stumble into Mason’s strong back and have to grip onto his waist to steady myself.
He chuckles before turning around to face me and tease, “Tripped over your own feet again, did you?”
I give h
