"You left because I killed you," Archer choked out. "Seventeen times, Thomas. Faust shot you seventeen times with a poison arrow because I took too long to choose which pup...to kill. I killed you too. Me. All because I couldn't choose, and it didn't make any difference." His voice broke, and the pain rolling off of him suffocated me.
"You didn't have a choice," Thomas told him. "I don't blame you. I blame myself. I didn't know the enemy until it was too late. I didn't even see them coming. When our pack started dying, I didn't immediately know who to blame."
I screwed my eyes shut briefly and bit the inside of my cheek hard. I was partly to blame, my baba, ama, and me.
"I left the morning after because Faust was coming. Again." Thomas's voice turned huskier then, scraped raw with emoti
