[Sylvester]
The pack elders and alphas have been locked in the chamber, voting about my fate, for over an hour.
My hands are sweating. If anyone finds out that I bound myself to those two witches, it will all be over before it starts, but I can't risk my family again. Never again. I've already lost two families before this one--first my mother and father, then my adopted father Lysander--Sandy. I miss him.
I wish I could remember the name of his mate. She had been beautiful, her hair long and red, her eyes bright green like leaves. I can't remember much else about her except that she had been kind, pure, and sweet--not unlike my Apple. No wonder Sandy had been over the moon about her.
The doors open and a flood of wolves in various states of agitation scatter in various directions.
