Clay POV
In the past, my opinion didn't really matter. I was asked for it and given leadership roles, but I felt like a puppet. I allowed myself to be manipulated and now I feel foolish for falling for lies for so long.
As I sat in the room with everyone today, despite being considered a prisoner, I felt a strange sense of comfort as they listened to me.
I hunted there kind and played a role in their torment, yet they were still willing to give me a chance. The day ended up flying by, the sun setting and casting a warm, orange glow across the sky. As the sky darkened, I could hear the faint chirping of crickets and the distant hooting of an owl. Ryan and his companions were preparing to depart. Before they left, Ryan spoke to Emma one last time, his voice filled with concern.
"Emma, I
