Chapter Thirty Seven
Hunter P.O.V The packhouse's main hall is in complete chaos. It's been years since an urgent meeting has been called like this. Dad only gave them an hours notice to attend this mandatory meeting, so people had to rush from work and day to day life. The hall is humming with the sounds of people talking and asking each other if they know what it's about. I scan the crowd and my heart clenches at what I spot. Owen's mum huddled in the corner, still crying with swollen eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks. She had just found out her only son had been killed but no one told her how or who yet. Dad was holding off till after this meeting to tell her, but after that there would be no point, it would be obvious to them all how he died and who did it. I still cant believe it, we've been in
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