AQUAMARINE'S POV
I felt a sting in my chest.
But the last thing I would do is let them see my weakness. What would Alexander do in this situation?
I straightened my back and held my head up high. Just the way Alexander did when he first showed up in my pack.
I promised myself I would be strong and nothing would stop me from doing just that. Not even the pain wracking my body and the war going on in my stomach.
"Who spoke?" His voice shut off the murmuring as he pulled the horse to a stop.
Silence fell, heavy and suffocating.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he snarled.
A man stepped forward.
No, it was more like he was pushed forward by the crowd.
He was a dirty-looking middle-aged man with an eyepatch and a golden crooked tooth that glinted in the sun as he chuckled nervously.
