Friday classes passed by in a hurry. Everyone seemed to have the same problems and topic as they rushed outside the building, wondering what interesting things they could do during camp. But my mind was somewhere else. It stuck with Zachary and the little conversation we had.
Was I a victim of the organization’s broken rules, just like how Arawn Rhys phrased it? Or was I a victim of my own mistake and that what happened to Erin was because I was careless. My chest heaved. I knew that part was true. I should own it up.
But how about the fact that I was bringing trouble to Arawn? Zachary never said anything but I knew there was a threat when he said a hunter should never meddle in someone else’s life. They were expected to just follow blindly, as what Inigo kept on saying. They were suppos
