Nora’s POV
The electric chair jerked forward, as it loudly danced to the tunes it played by itself. My body was on fire, my heart was clutching hard in me and Wen was already losing it.
A scream made its way out of my lips, I couldn’t see nor could I hear anything. The only sound heard around was the sound of the machine. “I can’t make it.” I mind linking to Wen.
There was no sound from her, she must have given up, tired of how the machine shot up to my head. I could hold back the muffled cries that left my lips.
I don’t deserve this. I was only seeking justice, why can’t Alpha Rhett do that? If only that day, the guard didn’t come to me when I had Jude pinned down and on the edge of finishing him off, I would have gotten what I wanted. To have Jude dead, I want his blood on my hands,
